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Predestined


I have always known I was predestined 
To grow old before my youth was spent
I was sure my life would be a drama
Why, gods why, did it have to be RENT?

Though I dearly wish that I could sever 
Any hope that this might not be true
In your loving gaze I catch forever
And forget my death began with you!

Many are the days I breathed because you gave me life
Many are the days you ripped away
Tell me how it feels to be a fellow human's God 
Laurels shaped from heartbeats and decay

I will not find closure in regrets or lies or truths
I cannot know peace with this, my fate 
Some of us are only born to break and be destroyed
Praise the Gods, I only knew too late.

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