It is ours to take.

The high or the low.

From this world,

Torn between heaven and hell.

We choose the side,

And take it within.

In the end it is all that remains inside.

You can argue or fight.

Some ponderance of the idea of fate.

Drawn only by a greater being.

An insulation from the idea of free will.

A comfort.

A lie.

For we make our own fate,

And will choose it before the end.

Our final destination.