WE SKIMMED THE SKY IN SEARCH OF STARS,
AND FOUND OUR DESTI- (oh hell no)
i refuse to follow a scintillated path of burning rocks,
i'll forge my own destiny thank you very much, so screw the
world and it's celestial agenda, i refuse.
i won't bow down to the keepers of fate when their memory is upheld by mortals,
it doesn't seem right. i'm perfectly capable of weaving my own future.
(and i'll do so.
with skin and bone and
blood, i'll tear myself to
pieces if it means straying
from my given path.)
— screw the stars, i'll sail the skies and command the fates if they tell me what to do
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SUN SETTING
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