My Follower, My Controller, the Irresistable Backseat Driver

NOTE: I am not religious. I'm agnostic, with an atheistic drift. I apologize in advance if my writing offends you. I don't write to offend, I write for the sake of writing. Please feel free to believe what you believe.

Trudging onward through the barren waste
I've got a sense in my mouth, a bitter taste
I'm not sure what it is, not sure I want to know
I'm not sure where it's from or when it'll go

As I trudge on through this vibrant land
everything dies behind me, smote by Death's hand
I've got a follower, a follower that controls
a follower whose eyes have been replaced by holes

A rotting grin plastered forever on his face
the card-dealer in life, up his sleeve is an ace
He flips the trump and my loss is imminent
the loser in this game of poker, I am decadent

Life's filled with risks, filled with the unknown
but one thing is certain, our life is not our own
Just one flip of a card divides life from death
Just one flip of a card determines our last breath

I find the irony amusing, the futility astounding
for all our sunken baskets, the Reaper is rebounding
Do we really control our life? do we control our fate?
well no, we're swept up in the torrents of this spate

The eternal downpour of life from the edge of the earth
the souls tumble and fall upon Lucifer's hearth
For all the attempts, the wishes and refutations
the common belief is fallacy, we're lucky mutations

I speak not to teach, nor to alter your beliefs
I speak to enlighten, and warn you of thiefs
the thieves of knowledge, the thieves of freedom
We live not to ascend to heaven, but to reach Satan's Kingdom