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
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2020
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