Colin Mitchell Williams Poet Free verse

The House Always Wins

Once there was a purpose
a dream of what might become
once there was a prophecy
given to someone
once there was a story
bold and sure within the tale
but the theme became an amusement park
and somehow we were all born to fail

Now we are the gamblers
playing dice with each others fate
all the guns are loaded
in our game of Russian Roulette

Once there was a shinning light
cast over the vast oceans of our souls
but the evil man and woman
chained us to their gold

Now we are the jesters fool
exchanging trinkets for our lives
the butt end of a viscous joke
watching the sacred as it dies

Once we heard a prophet
tell us of our human love
a vision in its giving
belonged to all of us

It died upon a bloodied cross
the thorn-ed crowns about our head
the worded lineage of heaven 
was not for us to interpret

But the evil man and woman
wrote this fate within the dirt
now we dance to a fiddled tune
bereft of its tribal heart

Now there is a purpose
but its goal is not our own
lost in its entertainment
we only see what we are shown
we no longer know where hell is
or if heaven will begin
we only know by the preaching of
and all our lives are made of sin

Now we are the gamblers
playing dice with each others fate
all the guns are cocked and loaded
in their game of our Russian Roulette

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