The Willful Battle Against Fate.

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Oh’
no, further and further the bottle too rolled,
Nothing can
intoxicate the mind more,
And stop it from knowing the loses,
O
the rough edges of life grind him down.

Through
shallow short cuts he tried,
To bury the pain, lived in the
depths of mind,
Sometime wishes joined hands with those
pains,
And memories held them all in wedlock.

Parent-less
childhood and uncontrolled youth,
O the good in life remained in
him mummified,
As through the darkest paths through life he
gained,
Intoxication no liquor or drugs can give.

As
for his life what season one can compare,
Everyday went like a
winter night, long,
Every night like a summer night, warm,
All
that meant to blossom, died away at budding.

Meaning
he searched and found none,
Patterns he followed with futile
effort,
Always behind, always waited, always failed,
And
success like mirages around him haunted.

Still
he gathered the will to live,
And for that he need no
intoxication,
The belief in life in him so strong stayed,
And
he fought his way against fate.

Though
rhymes in life never existed,
Tough mind found rhyme with
another dimension,
Then the mummified good shown him a way,
A
way to a beautiful soul with love for him filled.

Though
success remained as an elusive prey,
His own success was in his
battle against fate,
God indeed gave mankind the will to
choose,
God indeed made fate mankind’s enemy number one.

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