There are those who think that life has nothing left to chance take,
A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance.

A planet of playthings,
We dance on the strings
Of powers we cannot perceive
"The stars aren´t aligned,
Or the gods are malign..."
Blame is better to give than receive.

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You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice.
If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice.
You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill;
I will choose a path that´s clear
I will choose freewill.

There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand,
The cards were stacked against them; they weren´t born in Lotusland.

All preordained
A prisoner in chains
A victim of venomous fate.
Kicked in the face,
You can´t pray for a place
In heaven´s unearthly estate.

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Each of us
A cell of awareness
Imperfect and incomplete.
Genetic blends
With uncertain ends
On a fortune hunt that´s far too fleet.

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