I. Fate’s Tune Jasmin Sin
Nicole James
oh, oh, searching souls my beloved fate, why must you be so cruel? beloved dealer, could you not tell that since you’ve arrived has fate arrived? no longer do people stand in long lines? “just now.” no, instead they pray to get past the signs. yet you still continue to play your little game. woeful weather nervously, naively, naturally, oh, i wish to peek at fate’s new harmony how fun it must be, to have your good — the blue lyrics swinging; name. listen to her killing verse; but the hermit has fallen, her chaotic improv and the lands grow barren. and i wish to hum knowingly so for everybody’s sake, to her sick and bitter tune. i hope you let up our fate. she sings as if oh, she enjoys all her off notes... wandering wise, “can’t you tell me what comes next?” i say to you now, fate turns to me “bravo, my fellow kind!” with victory in her eyes for you have lasted this long without demise, and mischief on her mind “haven’t you heard?” so please hold on till the end of time she grins, “it’s a surprise.” tenacious tragedy: as fate deals her hand and curses plague the land; three cards stand, and your time has spoken: “you have definitely overstayed your welcome...” so the hermit crawls back into its shell to wait out this undying living hell, but the tower has toppled and the hermit is crippled as it screams: “no more o’ that, my lord, no more o’ that;” inside thinking: lord, how much i’d like to hit you with a bat.
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