Poem: Fateweaver, Angel of Death in One
Dance along the webs of Fate
with silver shears in the palm of your hand.
Look behind you before you work
Please measure twice, but cut once.
"Such power you wield is uncanny
who are you to control whomever
lives or dies according
to your very whim?
"How can you be impartial
and not be motivated by spite
or even the wings of mercy
before you swing your scythe?"
A little voice answered me:
"I listen to the inner voice
Time tells me when to do my job
And here's the truth Man cannot bear:
The universe is not so fair."
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