A work in progress

I fuck with the fates
Because I’m sure I’ll escape
I dig the grave even deeper
Because death knows I’m a keeper
Six feet will never hold me
As life will never let me be

The sins of yesterday
Clashing with the dreams of tomorrow
Here in the present full of sorrow
I know my loves and feed my hates
Kept warm by the soft glow
Of the red as it flows

I ask the Angels what have I done
And get no reply
I sing to the Devils for my supper
And leave hungry

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