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Screaming at Fate
by
Jessica Sayer
Have you ever wanted to scream at fate
To hurry up and finish what is already late?
You leave all the doors open to the randomized cards
To be disbursed like several demised petards
But no messenger comes bearing scrolls of enlightenment
This is a glaring presager of a shoal grievant
We know things unjust happen for a heinous reason
We give in with trust that isn't religious treason
Fate is called a wheel but it never comes around
Its checkmate in an appalled way that is bound
To us petty mortals
With pretty morals
Fate is late
What was once stone
Is now quiet alone
Written in the sand
Smitten with disband
Cruel fate unruled by the hand of man
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