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Russian Roulette
Every human thinks they are immortal,
It is the wretched curse of all mortals,
It’s a constant game of Russian roulette.
Now if I was a smart betting woman,
I would wager all on meeting death,
But I am not a smart betting woman.
I am a child in love with playing god,
I live in the life unending facade.
I fear no evil not even death herself,
Hubris calls my name and spits on my grave,
vanity a siren distorts myself
the touch of danger is what I crave
I am the cursed mortal the gods fear,
I see the warnings yet do not adhere.
Copyright ©
Star Henwood
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