They told us we are few.
But everywhere is filled.
They said at a time, they can accept only but a few.
Right now my head is full.
is this fate versus faith?
If change is a thing of fate, then fate fickle
I feel like to fickle.
But wherein is my faith?
O Fate! Fate!
All men call thee fickle,
If thou art fickle, what doth thou with me,
That is renown'd for faith?
How then shalt I affirm my faith?
it falters for fate fickles, the ground on which is to evident flirts.
I now just want a silent sound; a flute,
for fate to me now sounds ferocious
So much sound, so noisy; vociferous.
The plight of faith on fate
©neche
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