Who Controls the Immortals?
The devil's inside my head, dancing in the storm of lost souls.
God's watching nearby, hardly the one to interfere.
Fate holds the key to life, meaning all or nothing to many.
Destiny is what is chosen for you, hating it means shit all.
It's who you are.
Who I am.
The Devils dancing inside my head, churning within the soul storm.
God's sitting idly by, picking the crumbs of heaven from his beard.
Fate deals her cards to all, much dedicated to death.
Destiny deals her cards to few, their dreams soon to be reality.
The Devil's Crying inside my head, huddled in the corner of my imagination.
God's cracking up, sitting on his cloud of ten, since nines already taken.
Fate is busy working the lives of all into the right path.
Destiny is choosing carefully.
The Devil's laughing inside my head, rolling on the cranial floors like a hatter at play.
God's scowling cause his fun's been interrupted.
Fate's muttering beneath her breath continuing her works.
Destiny's oblivious.
The Devil's raging in my head, throwing himself at the walls of thought.
God's sulking in his divine corner, muttering to himself like a hermit in winter.
Fate's scoffing at them both, thinking males are all alike.
Destiny's ignoring them all, cradling her chosen to her.
Father Death watches his children, smiling at their ignorance.
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