the road to hell

is filled with. i. short changed? - come tither, the devil knows you deserve more, forget that name, it is just a wrong verdict on one whose heart matches that thumping noise you hope no one is listening to - as it warps, races, rushes, swims even when water is dry, becomes like stale air, still the lungs breathe in water through gills because it is not about here. it is about what if. because the dices do not lie, and the dices play fate: watch the winners lie. it is no lie. because power is might. though the stone begins to crumble when the illusion fades. dices do not play games, the handy man is sweating when the stakes are high, he has mouths to feed, and pleasures to indulge in. the take on this - watch the watcher who damns all but he himself cannot be touched! and the herds they follow, no longer mindful of justice or fairness - it does not exist, each man for himself then that is when the devil retorts to the angels watching - was i wrong? it is all about the results, not the means. then the sky became dark, i no longer could see my neighbor's face: though whispers were heard from the grave. don't let my death be for nothing. and yet it was for nothing when the tides roll pass coarse rocks unmoving. today, yesterday, tomorrow is all the same when the gods laugh because men worship idols. take a piece of silver, from the linings of the cloud passing by, it's the last sliver of hope - cherish it well.