#WritcoPoemPrompt107
A fortunate shot resulted in a goal,
As if it were a lucky rabbit's foot you possess,
People lose control,
A million or two more or less,

but I'm not people.
I heard luck is lady fight.
like maybe she will take more in the end
if you refuse to do her right.

a shot in the dark, destination of old.
accidently reached in and took what was my own. fate maybe luck or maybe not the same dirt road.
just because it's not your vision for me doesn't mean it's wrong or stole.
free will is why you argue.
fate or luck destiny or instinct.
who gave it to me first?
all I know is divine intervention wouldn't dish it out as cold.
but free will manipulated.
that's a demented human weakness that will take the free you stole.
right from under you're feet.
and youll feel bad and ask forgive me?
asphyxiation through my snorted laugh
was almost too dirty a death from your lips , you know.
a million people have walked it.
a million and one have named it.
more than that debate it,
too pretty to sell your soul.
fate and circumstances can only be sifted with the rabbits foot in the box , and your thoughts weighed black and white.

do you want to do to you what you've done to me?
because that's the only way you'll be able to measure it just right.

the Lord detests uneven scales. and although I'm more light than you. I take a heavier amount. you should know. it was dished from you.
monsters in the closet. patience as my fate. free will ought naught be fucked with, pretty one.

my rabbit foot? that's just for play.
karma exists. for God insists.
you be properly paid.
© chorus chrubble