Behind locked doors the Gamblers dare
to cast our fates without a care.
Like puppeteers they pull our strings
and use us as a child’s playthings.
Upon the tables of the gods,
with wagers cast at any odds,
they stand us up in serried rows,
then knock us down like dominoes.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
Behind locked doors the Gamblers dare
to cast our fates without a care.
Like puppeteers they pull our strings
and use us as a child’s playthings.
Upon the tables of the gods,
with wagers cast at any odds,
they stand us up in serried rows,
then knock us down like dominoes.
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