Death and Fate
He is the bringer
of mass destruction;
play his game-
play it well.
There is no room
for second chances-
win or loose
and close the deal.
Bluff and find
his hand is better;
bet and all to soon you find;
death does not
rely on chance,
when it comes
to frame of mind.
Victory
taste all the sweeter,
when prelude
to bitter guile.
You are weak,
he's always stronger-
do not fight,
give up your life.
Fate steps forth,
it's time to forfeit;
cash your chips
reserve your place;
After all,
life is but a passage-
a single story,
played out on a page.
A page of life
that has been written
and it is
time
to
close
the
book..
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