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Dice With No Numbers

I knew his name, not so much the man
His mind was sealed but still it spoke
Burning from behind a glowing door
Was the rage of a life losing all hope

He refused to die, so he invented life
Fate was black dice with no numbers
There was no point in tossing them
Without lightening what is thunder?

He couldn’t speak of accomplishment
And love wasn’t as deep as it sounds
Yet he clung tightly to voices of virtue
But it was only the mask of a clown

How could anyone be so sure of it
God has spoken, he spoke it well
He was divided by angry kindness
Because life is still heaven or hell

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