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The Devil’s Roulette

The Devil’s Roulette

written by: Robin McNamara



In the casino betting on black
But the Devil keeps winning on red.
The scent in the house heavy with sulphur.

The waitress brings wine to the table
— The colour of sacrificial red.

The dice lands on zero —
gasps from the angels In the room;
watching the Devil’s roulette.

Gambling with the nearby souls—
forsaken in a desperate attempt
to play the Devil’s advocate.

Religion is disrobed at the nearest pawnshop—
a final shot on black again.

The Devil smiles contentedly.
The house of Lucifer always wins.

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