I envy those of bad luck
Dealt a bad game of cards and forced to reconcile
Who deals the cards, God or yourself
A constant battle between destruction and self-destruction
A life so tragically boring, and white, that you have nothing to define you
Nothing to fight for, nothing to die for
So you self-destruct by not being able to make up your mind
God help the man who has to deal the cards himself
For your sanity is on the line
Being God isn’t so easy now from time to time
I Like Your First Post
Encore ~allets~
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