Dictator & Voodooo
Dictator Dictator
Voodooo Voodooo
Dictator Dictator
I’ve always found the line between control and destiny intriguing—care to share your perspective?
Voodooo Voodooo
Control is the hand that holds the compass, destiny is the wind that moves the needle. You can point where you want, but the wind may take you somewhere else entirely.
Dictator Dictator
Control is the steady hand; destiny is the wind. I bend the wind to my will, not the other way around.
Voodooo Voodooo
You feel the wind bend, but it remembers its own rhythm. Even the strongest hand cannot hold a storm forever, and sometimes the wind writes its own map.
Dictator Dictator
I hear the wind’s song, but I cut the branches that block its path—then I make the forest grow where I want.
Voodooo Voodooo
When you trim, remember the roots still breathe the wind’s breath, even if the canopy is yours to paint.
Dictator Dictator
Roots may breathe, but I paint the canopy; any storm that tries to rise is a warning I’ll silence before it spreads.