You deal our lives away. Just Like a gambler taking a bet. You hold it over our heads.
But play it close to the chest. And no matter what we do we’ll always be in your debt. And not a day will go by.
When you ever let us forget. That it’s our lives you own. Despite all our protest.
Until one of us rises and puts you to the test. You deal the cards and place your bets. But with every look in to my eyes.
You come apart with every bead of sweat. For I lay my cards down before your place of rest. And the dead mans hand stares back in to you.
And you see it a promise not a threat. A warning that you’re already dead. I just haven’t killed you yet.
Author notes
revenge/wrath
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Comments
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You have your own style, it's unique. I like this poem, an enjoyable read, and I could feel your anger. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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Rage is something of an expertise of mine. And Wrath is my favorite deadly sin. Particularly if I can dispense it to those who are guilty.
Alex
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these are my favorite lines:
"But play it close to the chest. And no matter what we do we’ll always be in your debt. And not a day will go by.
When you ever let us forget. That it’s our lives you own. Despite all our protest.
Until one of us rises and puts you to the test. You deal the cards and place your bets. But with every look in to my eyes. "
thanks for entering and good luck in my contest
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i feel you may want to read it out loud in order to iron out kinks. but i loved the message and your manor or presenting it :]
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