What Is Fate? - Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi
You ask what has become of late.
I have fallen off my religous wagon,
I want to instantly know my fate.
Will i rich or famous?
My health be better or worse.
Will my new car be a Ferrari,
or a balck hearse?
Questions I want answering,
never answered my prayer.
Consult my horror scopes
with the rest of the dopes.
What is fate?
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