Fate is set by only what is true
It is the absolute net of all that you do
In this reality so vast and wide
You were never

FALLING DOWN

I met with Fate the other day
To share a pot of tea -
Our meeting meant to circumvent
My curiosity.

"What

A hidden hand
That weaves a web
Among the crooked streets of chance
And plays upon
Those silken strings;
A dark and terrible

Red is the touch of the reaper,
and the kiss of a princess,
warm like blood,
but cool like ice,
the truth of death and the death

I know my fate, I did the deed

and now your anger has decreed

my punishment to clean my room

to sweep and polish, shine