FATE

No given in to the harvest of souls redeemers of fate of those who did not activate faith believe in his seed his power-his inheritance heaven sent to dent up the false copy cats replicas of the already dead who feed off the living I'm ripping them at the scenes when I overcome and manifest my dreams I undress your clothing your mask the grasp you have I've attracted and escaped the trap only by mirroring my father who handles all that I'm under when under attack