PICK YOUR NUMBER
Right from your dreams and illusion
You seek for digits and figures
Like it were some kind of sapphire stone
The only pot you know is jackpot
Numbers in white and black crucified in cubicles
The red machine keeps swallowing your little stipend
"Is it not just #200, what's #200... I fit get luck today"
It ll pay one day; keep feeding the red machine with your posterity
Keep filling the basket with more water
What are the odds of your sure odds?
What bond binds you with this Altar?
When the devil gives you a hen, be ready to slaughter an elephant at its den
@360potential
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