08/06/2025
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I entered the ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐.
A rotting cathedral of chance,
Its air thick with the stench of regretโ
and painful flickering light.
I stumble in, thrumming with lifeโs wild pulse,
heart hammering like dice in a rusted tin cup.
My dreamsโevery hope,
every reckless sparkโspill onto the table, coins flashing with delusion,
I'm sure as hell I can ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.
Iโm alive, raw,
betting my soul against the ticking clock,
as if I could outrun the end.
But the den is a shrine whispering,
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐โ
Remember, you will die.
Skulls leer from curling smoke,
etched in the glow of dying lamps.
The dealerโs eyes, cold as dusk,
Shuffle cards that hiss: โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐.โ
I stake my years,
My loves,
my trembling self,
Convinced Iโll rewrite fate.
But then, in one brutal thrust,
Itโs goneโevery coin, every moment, devoured by the tableโs red maw.
The crowdโs gazes cut like knives.
Their disgust mirrored the rot in my chest.
Dusk chokes the room,
a gray veil where hope suffocates,
leaving only the weight of whatโs lost.
Giddy once, I lay my heart on the tableโ
Every dream, every breath, a coin to stake.
But the cards slip,
crumbling to dust in my hands,
Each one a year, a love, a fleeting chance.
Skeptical now,
I see the truth: the game is riggedโ
and the end doesnโt bode well.
When the final card turns to dust,
and death claims its due,
๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐.
If my family asks where Iโve gone,
Tell them I must've died gamblingโ
my body rotting in the gambling den.
Filled not with coins,
but with life, bold and unbowed,
My heart aflame, my bets unafraid,
Until the last roll burned out in the rain.
And yes, my mouth spout lies,
this is not about gambling,
I'll let you figure,
๐ป๐๐๐. ๐ถ๐๐. ๐ถ๐๐.
๐๐ถ๐ฎ | ๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ก๐ผ๐ป ๐ฉ๐๐น๐, Djave.
