Category : Poems

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Every birth begins a story
Every heartache turns a page
Every birthday marks a chapter
And every casket ends a tale
Tis a cycle that repeats over and over
While the volumes of our lives
Never cease being written
For the current of time is endless
And our futures lay chiseled in stone
Nothing happens without being documented
When the fabric of reality is just one big outline
An outline in which mistakes have no place
For this is a novel of absolute perfection
When a heart's beating slows
And all life starts fading
One may truly know
If their story was one worth reading
Everything is contemplated
Nothing is left out
Fate is in control
And free-will is just an illusion
In this book written by the Father Of Time