In the casino the slots are davening
to Fortuna, goddess of mindless accidents.
She's counterpoint to cosmic justice. The ring
of jingling jackpots obliterates all sense.
In the casino the slots are davening.
Worshipping chance eclipses the holy spirit,
the arbiter of worth and wealth. Yet legions
sit at the shuffling tables, their faces lit
by infernal light and vanity's inventions.
In the casino the slots are davening.