Madam I feel I've wronged you
I have yet to appeal to the good nature of such a beauty and introduce myself.
I am the snake that is holding all five aces.
I have dragged myself through darkness
when I got to the table, my belly was full.
My eyes are the narrow diamonds that only come from desert floors
cold blood diamonds
I saw the light at that table
in every man that got shot in the back
in the glory of the hallelujah I was there
the pit was mine, the snake was king
till the desert rose up to reclaim me till they caught me out for playing a snakes game
They let me keep my aces as I slithered into the dust
Follow me to find my name
It is amidst the reflection of stars on the rocks of they and them and I and you.
It sure is crowded up here.
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