His Own Heaven

He lives in his own heaven,
holding on to his lucky seven.
He is the master of his delight,
keeping out the night.

He's got emotion on a string,
sorrow is just a plaything.
Controlling others to him
is anything but grim.

That magic eight ball
decides there fall.
He lives though their despair,
he makes a declare.

"Chance is done,
this is for my fun.
Why let fate choose,
when i can abuse?
let there be more entertainment
to flow when i do the containment."