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Another week, another poem
Poem Title and Poem
Fate, destiny, will
Words of the helpless
You leave your existence to a deity
The word faith and fate become a confusion
Faith as been dragged to the mud
It seems like it’s fate
The unknown is feared
The known is unaccepted
Hence the indecisiveness
The mud in which faith sad laughing its fate
Faith as been used to cover up pretense
There is a disquieting finality in the fate of faith
I as a person, I tend to hide all my shortcomings under the umbrella of faith that tomorrow will be better. But sometimes I wonder if everything isn’t up to faith, if one is fated to succeed in one area and fail in the other, no matter how great one’s faith is.
Is there a balance between faith and fate? Has faith become the subject of fate? Is one’s outcome based on faith or hope or predestined faith?
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