No More

Fate is out of date.
He finishes too late,
Himself not powerful
True love to annul.

Fate looks in the mirror
And cannot see a thing.
He’s but a mosquito
Who hasn’t got a sting.

Fate got swatted to the floor;
I walked on him; He is no more.

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