Moirai

In Greek mythology, the Moirai or Moerae /ˈmɪrˌ/ or /ˈmˌr/ (Ancient Greek: Μοῖραι, "apportioners"), often known in English as the Fates (Latin: Fatae), were the white-robed incarnations of destiny; their Roman equivalent was the Parcae (euphemistically the "sparing ones"). Their number became fixed at three: Clotho (spinner), Lachesis (allotter) and Atropos (unturnable).

They controlled the mother thread of lifestyle of every mortal from birth to death. They were independent, at the helm of necessity, directed fate, and watched that the fate assigned to every being by eternal laws might take its course without obstruction. The gods and men had to submit to them, although Zeus's relationship with them is a matter of debate: some sources say he is the only one who can command them (the Zeus Moiragetes), yet others suggest he was also bound to the Moirai's dictates. In the Homeric poems Moira or Aisa, is related with the limit and end of life, and Zeus appears as the guider of destiny. In the Theogony of Hesiod, the three Moirai are personified, and are acting over the gods. Later they are daughters of Zeus and Themis, who was the embodiment of divine order and law. In Plato's Republic the Three Fates are daughters of Ananke (necessity).

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Last Year For Halloween I Was A Ghost

by: Moirai

can i have some time?
oh my god i need to understand.
these rooms we built are growing smaller and i'm running
out of places to hide. cake on the make up.
it's stinging my skin, but you won't recognize me.
celebrate/breathe/believe/behave.
i'm all alone, full of uninspired fury. you're all alone
because you wanted it that way.
let me kiss the lipstick on your face. let me smear the
lipstick from your face.
i'll drink myself into oblivion and see who will take me
home. i
'm not ready for the aftermath,
i turn the panic on again. i
'm not ready for the aftermath, i turn the panic on and
on and on and on and on.
when the lights go out and i think about your brand new
life and mine.
if your still in love is it criminal to let our ghosts




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