The Ambivalent Winds of Change

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By Where The World Ends •

Capricious, fate stands naked Lays prostrate at it’s feet As its leash is yanked back and forth By those of bold and rebellious heat Exacting fate cries out livid Unable to endure the strain And the people cower, hesitant Their souls have all been drained And at the end of everything There’s one fact we must admit And while many remain docile Rather than risk rotting in the pit There will always be a norm ‘Cause we live for the fight And die for the storm No, we never forget or forgive It’s unspecific form

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