Draw

fate is undecided by us all we can do is pick a straw and hope to not get the shortest one

Draw 
A 
Straw
And with it 
Pick Fate
Placed in a live 
Wherever we are
No chance to retaliate
Against fate
And reality
The things only those to weak
Refuse to see
It's not just you
It's not just me 
It's in everything
Preceded by
God
Those odd
He made perfect
And ready for a world 
Were nothing can be perceived normal 
So perfect is obsolete 
 

Author's Note

I have no idea what religion you follow but I believe that stuff all happens for a reason where just pieces in a game whether that game is gods with Jesus forgiveness or some other entity somethings controlling all the shit that goes