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Are our steps numbered from beginning to end?
Or do our lives roam as free as the wind?
We were all born and we will all die,
Is there a reason for us to ask why?
God does this and Satan does that.
Actually don't both of them wear the same hat?
Punishing us for lack of love or punishing for sin.
Why did the origin of punishment begin?
Maybe there's more for us to see,
are we just victims of vanity?
How can an all knowing being punish me?
If he knew my life path and how it was going to be.
Free will free will, is what they all preach.
But if there's a thing known as fate there can't be a breech.
So walk your own path and walk it well.
Believe in your self more than Heaven or Hell.
Be right with others the best that you can,
Create your own fate let Love be the plan.

Stanley Victor Paskavich
(Stantasyland)







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