Roll The Dice
In pursuit of fortune,
you become blind in faith.
Wasting the hours,
as the wretched look after
the lost chances and lives
in this game of Risqué.
Watch from afar,
but closely enough.
Notice the shadows,
as the lights are dimmed.
Cover your eyes,
so as not to see,
the smoke and grime
that cover the path,
on which you crept past
the eyes of the wary,
and stole from them
their soul and being.
The End
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