Fate, Hate and Impossible Cure
Is this the end of the line?
The dawning of all time?
The final card of fate,
Of love, of fear, of hate,
The tarot card has turned,
The future has been spurned,
There is no other way,
To live another day,
If the world could be pure,
We could find a cure,
To save us from our race,
To diagnose the case,
There is no cure for me,
Just the way it has to be,
Written from the start,
Spelt out in my heart,
Instructions for my life,
Embedded on a knife.


Poetic Penguin - 1999
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