The only thing we hold,
Holding to the lies we're told;
Anger's another name for fear,
Fear the thing that keeps us here.
Danger is the drawing of the cards,
Cards seeing futures in falling shards;
The deck falls to the pale ground,
Ground up footsteps fluttering around.
You dropped the tarot and so now
now, fingers broke, can't tell futures anyhow.
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