Why do you damn me Fates?
Curse me to live unloved?
Am I so unworthy?
Are the Gods so heartless?
Forget my thread of life,
Forget my need of love,
Doomed either way am I,
For the Fates do their job;
Unstoppable by hands,
At least these mortal hands,
Though what god would stop them?
These Fates three whole them to,
Everyone is entwined,
God, Mortal, all the same,
In eyes of Fates untamed.
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