Turn Of The Cards { V I I - V I I - V I I } (Rp)
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When comes my time to fold or call....what shall I see?
A comet bright, black holes in space, a House of Deity?
The notion of Death will not occlude my Souls chastity
In raising my odds to cover 'The House' expectancies.
Turning over my cards I see the hand that's dealt to me;
Faith, my lone certitude, 'The House' will welcome me.
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Frank James Ryan, Jr.
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