Dealer has no reason but to play showing
Irony has the finest meaning when your divinity
***, Salt, and the finer indulgences of life, in a pool
aside wrist watches and pin scratched 9mm's

The son, in the lime light as always, hits on a twelve
seven  being the amount of even luck tonight
for his father drawing the King and Queen of Hearts
following suit, the Devil with the Ace heart showing
smiles with the turn on the Twenty One

Im trembling, but yet the only tears to my eyes blood
having trouble seeing past the red, why it is me
of all of hells card dealers- why tonight is this game
weighing consciousness on my head
for I can't sit at a 12
knowing all the well that my number is Six
I've been counting cards with divinity

and my luck as finally split
18 I infinitely sit

Triple 6's
for I was only ever mortal,
yet Ive been playing cards
being envied by the infernal

Next hand ; pool even deeper
blood even thicker
Christ busts on an easy 13
God takes the 7 7 split  
for two queens, seventeen leads
Satan doubles down on an 11
for a 6, seventeen still leads

I curse LadyLuck, but it turns her on
Two black sevens staring me dead
Why do the psychic serve cards
in hell- is it to walk into traps
like dreams of slaying Queens

Seven of Hearts
house collects
Mother Teresa
Wine
Man

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