deathbyastaplegun

Fate once cried, Out to me, But I ignored the call, And moved on steadily. Faith began to notice, Fate's vain attempts, And began to badger me, Until I felt spent. Still yet, I would not believe, In Fate or Faith, And I moved on, At my same old pace. Because I ignored, Because I moved on, Never meant that They had fully left. Their followers moved in next. "Fate chooses how I live, Whether I'm in the bright or in the dim," One particular follower said. "What are you right now," I asked. "I am down, I am depressed, This is how fate, Wants my life expressed." "No. No. No," I replied, "You chose Faith in Fate, It is you