Who’s afraid of you, Mr. Providence ?
Ah, your Riddler-like surprises
I’ve learnt to laugh them out now
...In an absurd mode the Stooges do
Yes, these gory killing fields
Well, I know how to fight them now
In a tactic fashion I never knew
I dare you to come out.
Once,
Come as you are
You, who dare calls him self ‘Destiny’
Your pre-etched interventions weaken me no more
These etchings make me stronger even more
Like granites that stand tall in the Chilean Patagonia,
Like stars that shine proudly on a veteran’s coat

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