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In Life's lottery, my number came up To have you as father, your clone as boss As such I'll never drink Victory's Cup All my success will go down as a loss Did God or Devil make Fate so perverse? To grow thereby, or simply to suffer For each step forward, three go in reverse As if Satan is my stocking stuffer Some such as you would say to try harder Though you can see for yourself the results To my progress Fate plays the retarder My Hope Eternal Destiny insults (Or could it be a life driven by Pride Finally leaves me with no place to hide) |
