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| Baut Images: The Iron Mask |
Call a spade, a spade.
A club, a club.
A heart, a heart,
And a diamond, a diamond.
A spade, to dig your grave.
A club, to beat your wife.
A heart, to rend and wound.
And a diamond, made from blood.
And so it is
You play the great game!
The great game of Poker,
Whilst trying to outsmart one another,
And pretend, to be friends, when you're not.
Petty deceivers, most of all,
As you dance and piroette for wall streeters.
Smile and nod for politicos,
And skip and jump for the corporates;
Who rape you whilst you sleep.
Liars!
Fake friends!
Cheaters!
Poisoners!
You know who you are!
Duplicitous humankind.
You have sown the seeds
Of your own destruction.
So, go on and play your games,
Just know you're already the loser.
Call a spade, a spade.
A club, a club.
A heart, a heart,
And a diamond, a diamond.
Kali reigns supreme!
Roger Allen Baut
"Blessed is he that reads aloud the Word of the Prophesy"
