Realization
I once stumbled blindly in this world,
trying to figure out the purpose of my life,
when I realized that I am not in control of my life.... the Gods are.
We live on a chess board, where,
we are the pieces, the Gods are the players, and our fate.....
already decsided for us....
ironic is it not? They give us the power to choose our way in life,
yet they decside what we are to do in it.
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Raistlin99posted on 03/16/2008
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