Gamblers Gain

Conform not my reply, say lest it is the quiet's way, infest and all that seek chance, ply invest and all that labor ~ try in wrest! Where mockery lays to rest and years gone by are best . . I lay my quandary's test . . . God's laundry of duress! Can fool the purse of paradise, the gamblers take their lives and counterfeit the makings of the sky God's bless! I ask the reasons why, confess conditions would imply, at best conform not my reply, say lest It is the quiet's way infests! The drummer drums his eye, impress the sinner lives a lie, regress and fortune hunters die wealth's fest . . . where gain not be abide . . . peace's nest!