Fate is challenged only by mortals.
Against its will like molding corals.
Tempted to change all the morals.
Everyone still dies, land of florals.
Come one, come all to see all men.
Alongside angels that are Godsend.
No longer shall they fight and mend.
The odds don’t even up,it’s a dead-end.
Call the grave diggers, we need more.
Hold the spirits down,they cannot soar
All must come below to my floor.
Nor sun or fire, hotter than this core.
Go on and try to change the score.
Everyone sins are mine forevermore.
Just some creative musing I wanted to share.
~Thanks for reading~