A path of fate appears before me,
formed by my failure and lackness of ability.
This road,
Where mountains grow,
Where cliffs cuts,
But my only lead to peace.
I will place my foot in it.
And never turn back.
So chilly and windy.
So dark and gloomy.
This it where it will all lie.
This is when I will make a legend.
For the person before me had made one too.
A legend to tell to the next generation.
The greens.
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