Destiny

Slide into light,
a bloody blob screaming it's
displeasure at ejection from paradise.

The only surety being
the angel with the flaming sword...

Chronos waves his wand and
the slow march to death begins.
But time takes time, so
the bloody blob reaches
the crossroads.

We think we know
the paths we choose;
is one to win and one to lose?

Blind, we wander through the snow;
destiny takes the rap
for our
failures but

Whichever road is chosen
the destination never
changes.