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Fate is a painter
who colours my days
but grey as they are
fate must be a bungler
I use my brains to survive the boredom
I use my brains to survive my despair
Fate is a priest
who prays for mercy
but merciless as I am
fate must be a heathen
I use my strength to survive my fears
I use my strength to survive my hatred
There's so much hatred in my eyes
and so much darkness in the skies...
dark angel with the velvet wings
when will you cut fates' iron strings?
Fate is a mother
who embraces her kid
but lonely as I am
fate must be a stranger
I use my scorn to survive my sorrows
I use my scorn to survive my anger
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