I fear you not, Fortuna, the foreverblind Unjust! I cry—trapped in this grind I'm tarnished, sobbing; I'm being played Yet hellbent I stand: I march straight.

Spin your wheel! Spin it once more! dictate the rules - unmighty whore I take it all; I'll feel it whole. If such is destiny, be it my core

09 September 2026

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