Ok ok,
When Fortuna selects her agents;
She does so at a cost.
She makes demands in exchange for singularity.
And if it is you she chooses, don’t blink;
For you might might be forced to do something against your very nature.
Suddenly the changes that should have been wonderful;
Come to you as a betrayal, plunging cold into you like a curved dagger.
It may seem cruel to me and you,
And in all sense it rightfully may be;
But the goal is nothing short of self preservation.
Nothing more than Survival.
ps: I don’t make wishes when i blow away candles.
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