Tales of ages and questions of not

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Dark ages
Deep down the heart bound by cages
Escape for the rock of ages
You cant tell the time its in stages

A feeling by one human
In its difference are its pains and joy

What is the point of choosing when their choices only lead to something they did not bargain for, but if and only if it works in their favour then they call it luck or blessing. I feel its a set up. What really is good and what is bad, when without the bad you cannot learn about the importance in the good.

Dark ages
Around their necks lie beads of pain and sorrow
Barren they are called when they did not even choose their forms
In their eyes are tears of emptiness because no fill can full their feel

Desire is a very powerful tool, it can be used for and against the beholder. In desire lies a powerful force that fuels the human mind like a nitrus boost. Inability to control my desire exposes me to a lot of unwanted end results. You think i probably know a bit more about desires than you? No, im just bearing my thoughts and sometimes im right. My alter ego will say but yes, unwanted end results can be painful, but can also lead to the discovery of a new me. Lol, im not even done managing this two me's

Dark ages
Came into the world birthed in innocence
Bound by joy, in tune with the sunshine
Expressing light
At first sight
Woes of the world beckoned
All light became night
He was as fragile as a feather, now he's as toughened as a knight
Till the light in his eyes
Till the fight in his eyes

Who is fortune who is fame
In a world where they have been made to answer to destiny
But then again fate has to agree to all they have to say
So who then is choice?
Why is there a choice to desire?

..........All they are...are questions of not.........*

Dark ages
On the journey to the top cannot be avoided
Who are their stones
Who do they call their rocks
Can they find a safe harbour in the night of time?
If bad or good are conceived in the heart, then why not judge the heart, why judge the hand
Sad?
Reward the heart instead
Everything has its own mind

Beneath the skies are many colours
But black is for a reason, and so is red

Without you i might not know me
I need you as much as you need them
So in love we must endure

original written here by @mistakili