Fate (C) 4-5-2011

I often wonder if I’m fated to death Eternal fatality forever confining my soul I can feel my father’s grasp with no intention on loosening his clutch He keeps me pressed to the wall and is ever tight on his hold Biblically I’ve learned the inexistence of fate Man is bound only by the strings of their ambition But I tremble over the thought of falling away in permanence But when my mind speaks logic I’m unaware of the right decision As states the meaning I openly slander and hate his name But I secretly love the feel of his arms Is it so that my father has kept me awake to the truth But I hadn’t budged to the sound of the alarms Since birth I’ve been molded by his ambitions Which gives reason to why his arms fit perfectly around me Even with his arms restricting any resistance His hands caresses my throat, and his amorous words surrounds me Mesmerized by the glamour and fame he whispers to my heart I know I shouldn’t but the thought I seem to be lovin’ it My talents broadcasted all over the world Have I even considered developing a covenant? He shrouds himself with sheets of sound judgment Created in blood of men that after he slew he laughed Perfectly schooled in deceit and death is his occupation So he is surely a master of his craft Am I foreordained to share the end with my father? And the countless other men that are writ on his list Will I also be done away with, with the wicked? And tormented forever, after cast in the abyss I pray that my mind only deceives me And holds a tighter grip on my every imperfect breath Because no man should be fairly trialed if, That say man was previously fated to death