I’m a Lucky one

Things tend to go my way

Even when I’m undeserving

To no avail, do I pray.

Will I find the Nemesis again?

Or has the Crucifix bestowed its wards?

Am I truly grateful for that?

Daily, I assemble the shards.

Am I truly Lucky?

What, how? Would I even know

The line divides Us and Them

On my life, dust and sand still blows.

Is it the Mother, or the Devil

My Sword bears his number

Everyday, do I feel Joanie’s presence

To know is not for me, lest I grow, ever number.