Find a path. Take the choice. Enter a life.
Choose a choice between now and the present,
that a life kills your own while deciding when
and how to make Fate in love with you.
Clotho, my eternal line of defence
all of my being depends on your yarn
that stumbles upon the line of that twine,
give me a clue where it end to begin,
and start me an ending.
Swear I to be,
where does my heart cuts out, oh you
ugly head of love, so please my Atropos;
Lets cut a deal when you make a living hell
of cutting it close,
as someone to wrap me in spindle my eternal
fiddler.
Three muses,
my friends,
my foe,
the lover of Elysian fields of old,
Make me love your symbolism
as the day folds into my own
Euphism.
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