Devil's Flush

Spare us this nightfall
Upon which we will dwell.
Find your way downward,
Through the gates of Hell.

You must bluff with the sinners
And stack your chips high,
Shake hands with the Devil
And pray you won’t die.

He will search through your skull
And predict your next shot.
But why stop now?
You already burn hot.

The next face comes out.
To his greed you shall feed.
It’s a fresh royal flush,
Now he owns your house’s deed.

What will be next?
You lost your life and your soul.
Is there no written agreement?
Or is suffering the goal?

Your legs start to tremble
As you play your next hands.
And of course, you act foolish.
Never think of your homeland.

“Always win big!”
Said old mother and pa.
Too late, you sold them.
In fact, they just were skinned raw.

Angels and demons…
They are all just alike.
‘Cept one brings you agony,
And the other brings light.

It’s your turn to choose
Which one is which.
But as you take dear sweet time,
Your sister dies in a ditch.

Your brother gets cancer,
And your dog’s killed by bees.
As for Aunt Lucy,
She’s in her car… crushed by 2-ton trees.

Family beats friends.
Too bad you have neither.
Any one who’s not dead
Has become quite the wheezer.

Always be wise
When destroying your income.
Eventually all that’s left
Is a torn-up, burnt photo album.

Gambling is great
When you have nothing to lose;
But you better rethink it
When in another’s shoes.