DEAD MAN'S HAND
You see two men in black suits
closing, covered in snow.
You peek from your hide,
and your blood starts to flow.
You know their here to meet,
the big guys of the game.
And whe
n you're thinking what to do,
the preassure creates a shade.
A bullet trough your head,
five left to go.
Now, before your dead,
the time has come to call.
Suck out your opponent,
with the black guns.
And let the snowmen lick the pot,
wiht their black tonques.
The fifth diamond shines,
worthless before your eyes.
The great king tries to rule,
but you overrun what he desides.
The arriving queen makes you doubt,
but you still have no fear.
You are still ahead
and the coast of monarky is clear.
Let the black hearts run the show,
use the black clubs to give the final blow.
Your enemy runs forceless,
before your fist.
And as the last strike of the night,
throw your final gift.
The fifth diamond shines,
worthless before your eyes.
The great king tries to rule,
but you overrun what he desides.
A bullet trough your head,
five left to go.
Now, before your dead,
the time has come to call.
Suck out your opponent,
with the black guns.
And let the snowmen lick the pot,
wiht their black tonques.
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