Anger and Bargaining
If I had another chance
to become there in past
I would rebuild me
in ways that would last.
Not so fickle at heart
Not fraying at build
Not so weary on mind
Not of soul so weak willed.
I deserve another chance
the dices were unfairly rolled
The side of the bargain I uphold
leaves me a loser, bitter and cold.
Give me my another chance
I earned it earnest and square
roll your dice, idiot god, a little fair
and you shall see, me be your despair
you gambler of life, you'll fife me heir
I'd be compassionate, giving and good
I'd lend second chances as good gods should
I'd bend rules for fools like me, as they stood
desperate with distaste for gods, give them all I could.
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