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Nothing is as disturbing as the unknown
It makes you think and neglect the known
But if one had the knowledge of the future
Could he strive to change it, hence the torture
No matter how much you know about the future
It can't be changed, it is a written literature
Destinies had been given right from birth
Stays with you up until death
But can we change the future by ourselves?
Is it really in our hands to avert the inevitable?
Peter was told he would betray His master
Yet with such knowledge he did it nevertheless
Judas was told he would sell his master
Yet with such knowledge, he did it nevertheless
So, does the knowledge of the future avert the inevitable
Or does it actually makes us more confused
What if by avoiding the inevitable
We ended up treading the path to the inevitable
How do you know what your destiny is?
Is it what you choose to do?, who you choose to be?
The knowledge of the future is a double dagger
How do you know the inevitable future?
Is it through dreams, vision, or tarot card?
It is not that simple, complexly hard
For at this point and ground on which I stand
I see people who think they are so close to the truth
But then again? How do you know the truth?
Based on tales of myths and legends?
Or based on lies that never end?
In the course of seeking the truth, it found me
And its revelations are soundly alarming
For now I wish I had not seen
For to myself, it sounds like total blasphemy
The future is fixed, a change causes a sonic boom
Those are the rules that govern the time-continuum
But rules were meant to be broken
But only by elites worthy, for from this slumber they have woken