GAME OF CHANCE

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GAME OF CHANCE

People used to believe in a god that did everything for a reason

And if a god did it, then it was a very good reason

So back then, if someone's house was flattened by a tornado

God orchestrated that smiting for a good reason

Punishing the wicked, or their wicked fathers

So not only did we lack empathy for the one with a pile of rubble

Where their beloved home once stood

We might have secretly suspected that they deserved it 

For their wickedness, a higher court than any on earth

Ruled "Smite these evil doers"

And if a righteous deity also flattened some innocent people

That was just collateral damage in the titanic struggle between 

The Good and the Evil

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Now we understand that bad things happen to good people

Fickle fate and fortune rises and falls for everyone

Blame and shame do not attach themselves to disasters and misfortunes

The victims, or those caught up in disaster are not being singled out

With the lightning bolt of justice

It is a roll of the ever-tumbling dice which of us

Will make it through today unscathed

Not because we are holier than thou

But because we lucked out once again, thanks to the laws

Of chance, chaos, and probability

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