Upper Hand

Free will and choice, we think we know, the high road calls our name. But man's destruction arises low in a part we just can't tame. And evil's there, in quiet repose, we rap it's hollow door. And here we sit for what we chose as they tally the final score. Of all the battles we fought within, none matter but the last. An epic struggle set to begin from which our destiny is cast. In the afterlife of death's staid pale, too late to take a stand, will eternity be in heaven or hell? We must await the upper hand.