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It’s another diamond card in the deck.
The dealer is a traitor like Ché Guevara handing over a free nation to Hitler.
Handing it over for eugenics projects some crazy fucks from Harvard started.
It’s a brother called Simon getting hit in the neck.
Hit in the neck by a dreamweaver coming on later like a televangelist pandering to an enslaved nation while Einstein runs from some bomb project to another bomb project.

For most there is no time to tune into the lyrical symphony.
The world runs fast every day.
I think of my dreams, my sleep and who shot Grace.
Grace was a creature from my dreams part kimodo dragon, part pretty girl.
She had a beautiful body and a beautiful mind and was from my dreams.
She turned up in my dreams for two weeks then disappeared.
I wondered on the podium making a speech, who shot Grace?

I’m with the dealer in this casino. The deck is stacked.
I’ve been losing for fifteen years.
The dealer has been here fifteen years with me and neither of us have eaten.
Too many souls passed us by off on the way to Harvard.
They all tested the bomb in their living rooms.
The Harvard they go to is made of clay and dust and is a better teacher.

It can all be a free ride in the neck of someone else’s wallet.
The coming bills can be like a silver bullet.
Your wallet is never your wallet but somebody else’s with greater spending power.
Your wallet has the power of a nation behind it.
Your choices about war and peace and justice and poverty are somebody else’s.
This is just like it was when I lost Grace and when the deck was stacked for fifteen years.

Your choices are somebody else’s when Guevara sells out or a madman with knives and a good voice comes along.
Your choices are somebody else’s when Gandhi turns everybody on.
Your choices are somebody else’s when Buddha came home enlightened.

Copyright © 2004 Oisín Breen. No reprints or distribution of any kind sort in any form in this or any other known universe or dimension or medium without my express permission.

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Reviewed by Ronald Hull 4/19/2004
I'm not sure if I could chose the right game to play. You got me thinking, ....
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader) 4/12/2004
Very powerful....deep....and good
writing Oisin....floria
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 4/11/2004
Wow this is good....very Good Oisin!!

Happy Easter Buddy!!

Love Tinka
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