Day 27 and a poem about being small and inconsequential …
The wheel is set spinning
And the future becomes the past.
The fates have decided blindly
If destiny should treat you kindly,
If your innocence should last.
But if the universe has an underpinning,
If there is but one golden rule,
It is that the gods play dice with you.
In the end you can never win
Because whatever strategy you choose
They’ve seen it all before
They’ve predicted every score.
Because heads they win, tails you lose.
The scales of justice have weighed your every sin.
For the gods take pleasure in being cruel.
Beware for the game is rigged when the gods play dice with you.
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