Fate

Who are we to judge? Who are we to hate?

When the voice of ours are not of fate. We lie, we cheat, we steal a life.

We make choices that destroy and none that create. Who have we become?

Is there still a soul in there? Do we still fear, the wrath of those above?

Once so young and kind, now so dark and fake.

One day we shall meet our time, and the voices around won't be so kind.