What is fate? My life as bait
All is hate, there is no escape
With this wine, I wind up lies
Drunk and dazed, my mind's all fazed
With cryptic sins, that haunt and follow
No rules exist, only lies for tomorrow.
Not a soul cried, when my pleas clouded their minds
Wicked intentions and deceptive lies, all seem true, until their time
Hidden motives and two-faced foes
Beware the evil and its woes.
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Author:
Irene Luzhin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 25th, 2026 00:55
- Comment from author about the poem: What really is fate? This is a question that had unique answers for everyone. What is fate, to you? For me? She's a bitch who won't listen. ðŸ˜
- Category: Reflection
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