A Putrefied Destiny

Again, while sun rises, a pure evil approaches.

The dude shouted, ‘’ You can run no more, I am destiny, change it never’’.

Unduly, she meddles, tough decisions to be taken.

Retrieving a ridiculous memory, yet full of assumptions,

The dude frowned, looking in anger,

She hobbled back into her chair, wicked failure it was,

Manipulated his concerns, a mirror reflection.

Internally realizing, the transformed desires does fade.

Eventually, jeopardizing a putrefied destiny.

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