Sunday, July 2, 2023

The Gambles

 

I turn to God,

He laughed and turned me away,

I turned to the Devil, and He

said let's play.


For forty years I hid from the sun 

and cavorted into the night.

This macabre of black magic won 

over the righteous fight. 


But one day, I became old

and 










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