I am of death
Blessed is the one who accepts me without question
Blindly follow truth as all things return to me
Be calm as time moves on
Don't be blue or red
Your fate has come back for you, walk on with out dread

I am of life
Doomed from the start, acceptance is not a reality one wants
Safely hold onto the walls of uncertainty
Safety is but a white lie
Lying in wait for a truly blue moon
We are but agents of fate