When doubt blooms,
It pollinates paranoia.
Surety is a rabbit,
That leads down a hole.
Fate is a dogmatic deity.
Demanding you worship
While being sanguine.
She is a temptress...
A deceiving one at that.
Hands out, illusion of choice
Doesn't tell you if she is
Open to opinions or not.
Her agenda is written in ink,
If not according to desire,
Cannot be erased but is crossed out.
Don't make plans,
Next week is full.
In controlling your path,
It is told decisions matter.
Fate is a dominant mistress
Giving pleasure with hidden orders.
And with the sacrifice of
Your free will,
Fate demands faith.

The picture is The Moirai from Greek and Roman mythology.

Do you believe in fate or destiny?