Fate stacks the deck from which she deals,
And with every new card she reveals,
I am crushed beneath her wheel,
I try to stand, but find I kneel.
Sometimes I think it is a shame,
That I must play this losing game,
I lose my faith, my soul, my name,
and only have myself to blame.
But still the cards remain in play,
I throw a deuce, she trumps with trey,
Till all my cards are swept away,
I ought to leave but still I stay.
The king of Hearts, he slowly bleeds,
While the moon gently recedes,
Six broken blades lie in the weeds,
The Priestess slowly counts her beads.
A broken man, I face my cards,
With a face by fate now scarred,
But play again, and just as hard,
For Fate does love her tortured bard.
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It has been my experience that, given the opportunity, people will in the end do what they truly desired to do in the beginning. Save time, let them, then they have only themselves to blame or you to thank.
