you accidentally open a door, sometimes when you throw the book,
the pages get loose,
and sometimes then,
you just tightened that noose.
But sometimes ya gotta do whatcha gotta do,
in order to bring peace,
peace that's due.
So when you're blowing into the pair of dice,
you gotta know what will suffice,
because odds say you're way in over your head,
and odds never rest until one of you is dead.
So says the man with the snakes for eyes,
the one staring out hollow,
until you freeze like ice.
But now he's stuck in a sarcophagus fit for size,
you can still hear the hisses that come out his eyes.
But I set away a guardian to watch him close,
a much more darker version of the one he chose.
And now he rests against his better nature,
in order for the others to walk
a little less stranger.
So remember snake-eyed man,
keep your mouth shut,
or she will eat you like a madwoman.