Destiny and fate as two entwined,
deemed so different but same in kind.
Path to take for man to choose,
guided end to follow like fools.
Freewill a gift mortals think best they know,
Creator the wisest the spectrum He saw.
Centuries pass and His children revolt,
promises He keeps interfere He cannot.
The Maker's mercy in love is unbordered,
kindness in favor gives chances unbounded.
All belong to Him no cost,
by His will bring back the lost.
The fallen relentless push to the graves,
the Lord gives life and so He saves.
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LADY OF IRON
Romance>>> "You dont look like the type to run?" He drawled. Don't indulge, don't indulge, don't indulge. She began to move again. "You don't look like a coward either." He challenged further. That stopped her right in her tracks. Oh hell no, she whirle...
