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Destiny
I need no introductions
I’ve been around since the dawn of time
I’ve cradled infants and toyed with tyrants
Kissed many a man in his prime
I have no preference for age or sex
And religion ‘aint my thing
I may turn up when you least expect
Just to creep inside your skin
My face was first revealed
When I whispered in Cain’s ear
As he led Abel into the fields
I t...
Tuesday 16th January 2018 4:02 pm
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