sábado, 21 de abril de 2012

Broken wager

I´m a man now, betting each step in a field full of mines.
Keep this little truth from taking a dive.
Not letting dishonesty take it for a ride.
A man now can you believe it?
Gambling my life away with bad decisions,
Losing feeling, winning visions.
Shaky my resolve dwindles and surges a dog like plant, senseless.
There´s much I´ve wanted to reclaim for ages, putting pieces of the broken wager back together.
The apostle of fine casinos who stacks the odds against us.
My face into the wind, I bet this time the house will lose.

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