Fate

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Traveled and became weary, but stayed honest and kind.

Became unraveled nearly, sane yet unbridled mind

In valiantly sought triumph o'er pressures comprised

Of expanse of misdeeds littered with neglect and lies.

Of such happenchance and feats of the reckless and vile.

Set in motion but not stone, in tread 'gainst river's tides.

Efforts to botch fate's dreadful misfortune devised.

Bastard child bred of cloth whose trappings he'd despise.

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