...? (True Fate) - Poem by Joe Holley
Life's like a book, pages of a canvas printed white blank - genesis.
May no one tell you how to live - Prejudices
May the Human mind be life's crystal quill - precious.
May your actions be its delicate ink - Love.
Action made, reaction shaded. Chapter anew will be a chapter you knew - You made it.
Like a gun blast it happens too fast, bullets of fate hits the beating core bleeding more dripping to the floor - Will its last?
Guided hands in black shadows may control a tainted life's broken quill but never let hands of deafening silence piece the mind and control the inks will - believe.
Story printed dry is printed for the never ending, unchangeable words like death that lingers always amending the fate of life - still?
But never fear, no soul's story is over until the crystal quill's blooded ink dries - No tears.
The path of the story that changes through pages discovered, changes of the fated happen to let those see what can be lost and at what cost - Tainted.
So never fear, may your life never derail.
Light always guides the real fate true and will prevail.
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