Poker Face

I would like to thank Carman for inspiring Poker Face.  His work is profound and his message, powerful.


The match was set from the start of Heaven’s human race

The war to wage til the end of time, the Devil’s hid an Ace

The Prince of Peace was dealt a winning hand by count of most

How could any soul alive foresee the fall of the Holy Ghost

Satan would cheat as oft he does even at a game of cards

But Grace would fall almost willingly his body broken chards

The Father in loss would shed a tear his Son so broken low

And Hate would roar a mighty roar his aim was ever so

That tear would fall upon the earth that from which man was made

And Evil sought the peace of night to which there was no shade

The ten-count came a surprise to most inverted as he lay

The Son of Man rose to his feet confirmed to win the day

The Devil sensed his time was through upon this hallowed ground

And back to Hell was sent this spawn with thunder through the ground

“Now go to sleep you child of mine” the Father doth proclaim

For I alone control your life - your soul, the cards, the game