The Entangled Fate
I grew up in my helper's place, taught to deify God in my early days, and resent all forms of no matter the rise of its alluring eyes yes, true I was to virtues trained in everyone's eyes but fate triggered my cries on my savior's cold demise
I was four, and I couldn't tell what was happening, daddy was shivering, and mummy crying little did I know my savior was dying and I saw my helper breathing. what then was a virtue to me again when my family was sunken in the sea of pain yes, I asked the creator in my pain as daddy used to call him 'the main' 'for those who are in your light? 'why was he denied his right 'as a messenger of your light? and as if I have done wrong in the Lord's sight dea
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