What's Left

Fate is what we make it,
Just as time is what we tell it.
Wielding the greatest powers of all
But truly never knowing who we are to be
And how to use the knowledge we already have.

It only hurts when I breathe,
To feel so helpless and afraid
That each path we take is unknown.
So much war and pain
Wrecking fragile peaces, alliances
We ourselves have no understanding of.
Getting gin a line-up,
To our end of days
A beginning that only spells an end
To every life,
Every home and family—

For what...revenge...war!
Nothing is worth such a risk,

You may be able to kill me with one bullet
And be great for a day.
But I can curse you in one word
That will stain your life to eternity.