Fate Can Resign

F ear clouds my every sense, people tell me that
A perfect way to live, is listen to
T hem right , true ways. Because no matter what
E ncompasses this life, filled with strife, Fate cannot be changed.

C lear? No...not "Clear."
A stone can let it's way be left to fate,
N o, I cannot let life be filled with such stupid hate.

R eality is mine, and so is this time.
E very second I sit still, waiting for Fate to have its way,
S ad lives plague other tear filled eyes.
I speak to Fate, for its ears weighed down by jewellery of idiocy can listen,
"G et a time of your own, for this is of mine and my loved,
N evermore will a stone be left to be uncovered by your whim.

T his beuteous place is mine,
H ear the birds sing these lines.
I n every ant is a spirit of fire.
S top assuming we're puppets hung by your wire,

E verlasting truth will now be once more true.
A lways deep down you knew this day, when you, Fate, had your own way
R esign yourself to your own fate
T ry to meddle again and you have me to fight. I'll show you
H ow to fear, if you try to change this world of mine.

I n the end,
S omeday, you'll know

M ere power doesn't mean action.
I rrationality is in a way, its own reaction.
N o more will the strong be loud,
E re your life, can be a shroud or sitting on some old cloud.


Fate Can Resign,
for to have a head held high,
is child's play.

,THIS EARTH IS MINE.