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We spend all our lives bumping into things then we call it life.
We eat, breathe and shit
As a reaction to the needs of this life
What happened to command and dictate?
Has it ever existed?

Open windows and closing doors
No such thing as choice
Yeah, maybe fate and destiny don't exist
But all we are is just a sum of how we react to what life throws at us.

Sorrow is inevitable, birth and death inevitable
We don't choose who we love,
Hate is a reaction to the reflection of others upon us.
And if it's to be that all this is destined, designed and fated
Then more reasons why free will never was and never will

Such a twisted reality
Involuntary puppets
Convinced
To be free
With ideas of freedom and equality
Equipped with the need to strive
To dictate terms to ourselves
But all in all just pawns to an  aimless scheme
To maniac Messiah's
That might or might not even exist