Is there such a fate as free will?

Dare I not tease the though of predestination?

Do we not go in for the kill?

Did we not toss aside for eternal damnation?

I could care to mood around and sing of psalms of glory, but I know that my mind is more complacent with tales that are particularly progressive and gory.

Free thought is left in chains without your love.

Heaven's gates feel like a prison without your love.

I wish to regale you with a song of parts,

You must remember that this is a game of hearts.