Double Cross

The turn is over for a dealer
and we are still high for a good shoot
there are too many degrees
in a staiway to infamy.
and we are still thinking: how to get some grip

You can change the rules all the time
and trap some shining expects
just chill!
theReaper’s caravan could be out of time
out of blue you shall be right

So exchange your chips
and win, no matter the means

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