Roll The Dice.

Roll the dice once again, 

let them spin, dance and swirl,

let fate decide who will die, 

let God reside in the clouds

for broken trust and discontent only puts trust in clouds and fate

no God to trust, no hope, to late.

So hope to fate, They'll tell you. 

They make you compromise and act,

until you can't remember what you really wanted. 

You roll the dice, thats what you want,

it must be they told you once to many times, brainwashed,

and now your left with two little dice just waiting for fate to let you die. 

Your dreams forgotten,

your mind unmade,

your thoughts not your own,

what a price you paid,

you lost your soul and everything you were,

for two little dice, and a hope to die.

The End

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