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Passing the slotmachine on his way to work

The digital voice dares him to try his luck.

Each morning it is just the same.

Voices tell him: play your game.

Every morning he will play,

But today it was his day.

In the slot he drops a dime.

Holy joker. Luck this time.

Sudden pain in each limb

Unknown powers crushing him.

Bones are cracking, you can hear

His face shows sorrow and fear.

The torture has no mercy and no end.

His body shivers of excitement.

Muscles melting, come apart

To the rythm of his heart.

He implodes into himself

His guts are splattered on the shelve.

Arms and legs just disappear and

There's no more real body here.

The eyes pop out, run down his face.

This being is human disgrace.

Broken bones and bubbling skin

Become a human slotmachine.

Digital voice

Leaves him no choice

Even lost his name

Just to play a game.

It'll never be the same

Play your game

Play your game