For a Chance at Paradise by Emily
Paradise is a game of chance
With valueless chips stacked high
The ante: good deeds, karma
But this poker game is rigged for the righteous
Whose debt is doubling by the hour
A shovel of dirt raining down on a closed coffin
Greets the winning hand
Greets the losing hand
A cement tomb awaits its newest guest
Their final resting place, decorated with playing chips
They are irredeemable, illegal tender
Voided passes to the beautiful infinite
This game will not bestow eternal consciousness,
Rebirth or sainthood to the invested gambler
All players are martyrs in the pyramid scheme
Of immortality
Swindled by Jesus’ salesman and misinformed
By manuals of Fairy stories
St. Peter waits at the golden gates
Anticipating his dying audience
And how they will interpret
The final punch line
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