One’s devine decree

God’s will cannot be conquered
One’s fate is written in the stars
God’s plan shall be our predestination
betwixt his biblical memoirs
Our world to come is happenstance
One’s timelessness of time
A certainty of circumstance
without any reason or rhyme

The way the cookie crumbles
shall be kismet’s constellation
A bouncing of a ball 
A wheel of fortune foreordination
So alas it is impossible to determine one’s divine decree
Our horoscope of hereafter is merely a luck of foresee
Tho clairvoyants can crystal ball it
Soothsayers shall sibyl and seer
but one’s prophesy of prosnosticate shall still remain unclear

So que sers sera what will be, will be
One’s handwriting on the wall is serendipity
Wherever the wind may blow on a directional breeze
The lap of the God holds no remorsefulness to soften an appease
Yet it is an open and shut case as one tries to keep their ship afloat
each and every one of us on earth are on the same bewildering boat