
Fate has always been cruel, deciding how everything ends. What if there are The Fated, who know how things turn out? Life is but a story, and they are just the writers. And yet...
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 223 - Published: 11-10-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3073272
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The Fated
Things are always fated, always meant to be. Always already decided, never able to free.
We are the Fated.
We are what will happen, we are what comes next. We know which choices you make, the ripple effect.
Some things you cannot escape, sometimes your path is straight. If we know we know if we don't we don't and if we love we fall if we climb we learn. If we try we'll cry and if we're contained we'll try to escape.
You always want what you can't have; always want what fate has grasped.
Always yearning
Learning
Trying
Living
Loving
Destroying
Making
Beauty
Terror
Up and down, left and right, this is the path you decide
We know how it all turns out, how the story ends
All the twists and turns, curves and bends
To the end of the road, the long way home
Unless you're one of them
The people the Fated can't combat
The Dreamers
Believers
Flyers
People who reach
Who astound us
Who do the things that we, the Fated, cannot control
Surprise us.
Who are bigger than just this
Bigger than just fate.
Burn cry love hurt climb laugh enjoy believe dream hope wish inspire rage speak sing dance live try chance catch run hide fight strive fly soar
Way
Up
High
Above the Fated.
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