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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Your Future

They sit with their chips, their eyes full of dreams,  
Chasing illusions, not all as they seem.  
The wheel keeps spinning, the dice hit the floor,  
The odds aren't random—they’re rigged at the core.  

They cheer for the wins, curse at the loss,  
Blind to the hands that are counting the cost.  
The game isn’t chance, it’s cunning and planned,  
Built to make fortunes slip through eager hands.  

The house always wins, that’s how it’s designed,  
Each bet that you place leaves your future behind.  
So why be the fool who prays for a chance,  
When you could be the one who scripts the dance?  

Step past the tables, walk out the door,  
Stop playing the game—own the whole floor.  
For gamblers will gamble, no matter the pain,  
And the smartest of players don’t play—they gain.

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