Fate, you corrode my dreams.

I am still ignorant about life.

Fate, you made me to walk with torn wear.

You made me beg with my trembling hand.

They call me rotten face, without knowing my desolate life.

They don’t know I am begging with a poignant heart.

They stare at my ligature,

They burble about my half hand.

I implore to fill my faint belly,

Fate, you made them snigger at my face.

But I was happy,

When I gave my amassed coins to her.

She wrapped me with her malodorous hands,

Called me son with a shrieking sound.

It made me zest to beg for her a thousand times more.

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Author: Grandtrines

Like so many people, I am a paradox. I am a politically conservative vegetarian. I am from a Christian background, and still tend to like those values, but am a metaphysical astrologer trained in science who has an interest in the magic of ancient Egypt and a weird belief that some piece of our essence can live on a server. I live in Texas, but like chatting with my international Wordpress pals the best. I learn by teaching. Technically, I am a "Leo," but I am very, very Aquarian with a dose of Scorpio. I bitterly complain about Algol (and Algol personaliites), yet it is the one star that defines me most (other than Regulus). (Which, oddly, makes me an Algol personality.) I am a reclusive lover of peace and quiet who has the Ascendant in the Via Combusta (the most conflict ridden part of the zodiac). I am an incredibly private person with a blog with over 800 followers and 50 to 150 regular daily visitors. I could go on, but I think you get the picture.

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