Dark destinies never the result of the holy road,
and, destinies are got even by the creepy inscets,
we are the lovely fusion of good and evil projects,
whose mind has been filled up by the shining world
but, the truth never begs nor cries in slumber,
we are the ultimate winner of the life race,
though running in it, some are horses, some are ass.
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