Fear is when your dilemma is solved,
Depriving you of one more choice,
Leaving you to make alive,
The lone standing, presented chance.
Faith is when your wine is finished,
Not a drop on the floor so white;
The satin sheets are not stained,
And memories are untainted.
Fate is the deal your birth sealed,
But thoughts and deeds could change,
The words on stars, deeply engraved,
Destiny should be a product you create...
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