How the **** did this happen.
Goddess give me answers.
Is my luck so misshapened?
I put faith in my chances.

How fruit spoils before it can ever ripen
How love turns before it's ever heightened
How chances turn and bite like vipers
Now every turn is a chance to be frightened.

Now every second is an eternity without relief,
I forgo heaven as I burn with my belief,
I cry with my angels as my path becomes brief,
I lay with the demons when my soul is a thief.

Salut—welcome to Madam’s little fortune shop
Where you can see your own fate within an incense drop
My horns shimmer with necklaces that defeats all hexes
And my weapon is a skull of luck for both of the sexes
Now come and rest your left palm on this pentagram
I assure you that this is not a satanic scam
Cards shall give out a tale born from your consequences
As well as the horoscope that’ll mess with all five senses
I can pin a previous life and death within a single scar
I can name all your relatives as far as ones in alcazar
Withdraws are The Sun, The Moon, The Lovers, The Fool,
Listen to the revelations of storylines on your stool
With the Debut of Temperance, The Devil, the Hierophant,
Listen to the ways to avoid a man who is a sycophant
Pick a number from any of my twelve golden coins
To reveal a former lover that one day you shall rejoin
Now kindly look past the glimmers of my crystal ball
And you’ll see just how much your fortune can rise or fall

While others read
How to be successful
Let's invest time on
How to read mind

That's the only
Way out
To success

be more thorough
with your dental hygiene
lest the breath
behind the breath
get out
and things become veterinary