Endgame
This game was on
right before we met.
This game was on
right before we were even born.
No one has ever said that
playing by the devil's bible is easy
and, to tell the truth,
I have never fancied gambling.
But this time I was called to act
by the summoning, and though
the price was never so high
like this before
I take the offer on losing everything
I have ever had.
Because sitting at this table
right here in front of you,
streamed by Acorns, Bells, and Leaves,
threatened Over-n-Under by the Knave,
I must defeat you by my own Heart
before the King itself slaughters me
by the hand of the Deuce.
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