My cards were solid crystal.
Your bet was placed of love and trust;
I played my cards an’ you saw ‘em,
saw ‘em before I played ‘em.
But the one card I had up my sleeve,
was the card one doesn’t want to see.
My revenge was hidden, out of sight,
lying in its prison – the making baby.
Your short lived strike had beat me down
but time itself will not heal your wounds.
An eternity of pain,
is what I'll bet on for you
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