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The Tarot Game

Fate is on the line when you come to play,
I have so heard, that is, what they so claim,
personally my hands predict my own fate,
branding and marking themselves in flames.

Worry not the question,
think hard nor pray delay,
onwards we shall march,
onwards we will play.

The game of fate,
The game of joy,
The game of rage.

Its time,
the time has come,
to play the tarot game.

Embedded onto electrical surges by the past rewritten.
Written by Infernus (Infernal Insight)
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