Moerae

Fighting ruthlessly against all enemies
Quickly wares away at the fabric of all

Feuding helplessly with all foes
Gets life nowhere and the Fates a call

When life gets tough, and handled with hate
Revealed becomes the thread on the wheel a-spinning

As fear, hate, and slander become entombed in your mind
The records are inspected, from end to beginning

Now when it is found that no more changes will come
A delicate hand begins to slowly cut the thread

Your fate has been sealed by your own deeds
You have chosen hate over love; now you’re better off dead

Originally written 17 May 2001

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