Ringmaster, who calls the shots, pressed firmly to my head,
will this revolver decide for me to live or leave me dead?
I’ve decided in desperation to leave my life to chance.
Now, I hold on fast to faith, and deliver the devil his dance.
The first tempt ends in an empty click.
This chamber clearly votes that I must live.
Still, I spend some breath on prayer before the second try,
because gambling is a sin, and here I’ve bet my life.
Another click, two votes to stay,
but the ballot must be unanimous, else I’ll be blown away.
So I send one last word to my father in the clouds,
should fate, next, decide to shoot me down.
Then I solemnly squeeze the trigger for the final time,
and it clicks.
The wager was life, and I’ve kept mine.