Destined to Fail

Destiny deals our hands and we sit around the table with our poker faces on getting redy to play.

Karma and God cracked their knuckles and sat on the throne meant for them.

As we picked up our cards, Death swooped down and we lost a player, 

Just as quickly another player was added. 

I saw Death hiding in a corner, 

Karma with a smile on its face, 

Destiny staring at me and God shaking his head. 

It was then that I realized that no matter how many times I played this game, 

No matter how many times I cheated Death,

I was always destined to fail.


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