Destiny's Will

Destiny's Will                                           February 27, 2006

It has a hold on you like a yo-yo,

And it punches without the gloves.

Whatever the case, it will say its peace,

And indeed, destiny will have its way.

No matter what you do,

It's will shall break on through,

And the ice that is there

Shall become and remain lukewarm.

The pain shall make you cry, my friend,

Because you've come close so many times,

And yet, you remain so far away.

You can challenge destiny's will all you want,

But it'll come to no fruition.

Oh, I know you have worked so hard,

So hard to achieve

That peaked success you've sought

Only to watch it come crashing down

Because destiny's will broke on through.

I hear you screaming out your pains, ol' pal,

And I'm listening as you breathe out your agonies,

But it doesn't really matter, my good friend,

For destiny's will has you under it's thumb.

It doesn't really matter

If your blood is smooth or prickly,

Or if the bones are solid and continuous or splintered.

It doesn't matter.  Oh no, it don't.

Destiny's will has got you by the balls,

And under its control to the point

Where you can't see straight.  Not a damn thing.

No matter what you do,

You're doomed to fail miserably,

And in fact, I think that you may already have.

And it's done.

You're just another of Creation's fucking losers.