Fate can be nice.
Like a small group of mice.

Or fate can be evil.
Like the corrupted ego.

Fate is more complex than the human mind.
So bizarre, yet divine.
If to change for thee.
Why shall it be?

Fate is a path.
Altered into a mass.
Can change by your ways.
Or make you struggle for days.

If you could change your fate,
think twice and of your mate.
For your life can change twice,
just at the roll of the dice.

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