Analysis of Fate

Some poems
they are sacrificed
and not meant
to be written

Some poems
are not too nice
and talk of Hell
and smitten

Some poems are the center of
attention to be told
Some poems are not worth the cause
of sacrificing old

Some poems are for me to say
and keep them for myself
Some poems are for you to see
and that is left to quelf

How will I ever know to write
what I am feeling for
How will I ever sell what I
am ever looking more

How will I save what I am to
a God I make believe
How will I ever be as him
When Satan takes the lead

How will I ever know to be
a man he wants to see
How will I ever go with him
unless I come to me

I'll go unto a man and say I'm fine and tell him how
He'll say he never saw me and I'm pretty sure that's Hell
I'll go onto a patio and tell him I am late
He'll say a lantern has been left for you as fate