Gamble Poem by Leylek D. Sovura
Gamble
Snake of truth,
heart of lies,
rift of love,
which is your demise?
Cards on the table,
turn is yours,
this is not a fable,
maybe you'll get fours?
Beeing born is a gamble,
dont't you think so my friend?
The message is a scramble,
on this blue earth we descend.
Unclear, unknown,
the dice is rolling and rolling,
ahh, you won't get a throne.
For what are you even growling?
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