If there’s one thing I’m dedicated to opposin’
It’s fantasy heroes who are Chosen
A trope that I wish frozen and done?
That damned idea of The Chosen One!
The idea that someone’s special for being born
Ain’t no good; ain’t nothin’ but corn
Good plotlines go on vacation
When you bring in predestination.
Are we robots? Automatons?
To have our lives inflicted-upon;
To be helpless tools of Fate?
That’s something to which I can NOT relate.
I’d rather the world be claimed by force,
Than have the stars chart our every course.
The only way to keep Chosen Ones honest
Is to your damnedest, your very doggonest
To kill the bastards with great dispatch
And not allow their schemes to hatch.
The Chosen One is Destined to win?
Not in any Universe
That I want to live in.