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dramatic discord

All hail Eris.

Sometimes she rolls the dice

and good things happen.

Sometimes she rolls the dice

and bad things happen.

 

The way I see it

you've got two options:

a) cross your fingers

b) don't cross your fingers

 

There's no use shouting at dice.

That precious breath would be

better spent

hailing Eris,

or laughing at the whole facade.

 

Everyone you'll ever meet is just

another roll of the dice.

the sinners, the saints,

the foot fetishists, the celibates

the Muslims and Jainists

are created and destroyed

as they are

by a fickle flick

of Eris' wrist.

 

The friend who lied

to your face,

the ex who cheated

on you and never

had the guts

to tell it to your face,

the man locked in prison for

child ****

 

What separates you from the monsters?

 

A roll of the dice.

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ryan-pemberton
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Nov 24, 2013
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