Fight Continues

Its a rhyme about fate and its cruel side.

This fight continues
Thousands of decades passed ;
Trillions are yet to come.
Hearts were ever mashed ;
And life still is an ironic fun.
Happiness never surround;
Peace is never around;
And pale faces which are round;
Seem as if seized by hounds .
Fate usurped our feelings ;
And made love mere a dealing.
In this deal no one remained fair;
Alas! Everyone is fake like King Lear
Would that this had ended ;
Or miseries for sometime were pended.
But sarcastic is the routine;
You ever need to lean;
Lean before the fate;
Bow before cruel mate;
As flowers ever have dew;
Like wise this fight continues.