Damn it seems that I'm on a poetry kick
Fate is your master
I serve Lady Luck
Fate ties threads around you
I can cut them off
No choice to make is yours
If you fear the knife
But if you need the sharpness
The weight will disappear
Yet a new burden shall be yours
For every action has its consequences
And you have no one to blame
Save yourself
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