Feel the wrath of the fake.
How much will you stake?
The well trodden path.
Not always the best to take.
Took the circuitous route.
Around the treacherous lake.
Sat under the band stand.
As if it was planned.
Played a dead man’s hand.
To win a Wasteland.
When only the insane are the sane.
There is nothing left to feign.
Roll the weighted dice.
Try once again.
Someday we’ll tell each other everything.
Once we’ve seen behind the shadows.
Let go of the secrets
No one knows.
The Weighted Dice
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