Deo Non Fortuna

laid my
blade on your
chalice | made a Seal
Solomon’s wisdom | would
never heal, god was jealous | I paid
you more attention than him. || The kiss
in your mouth still so warm | whenever tongues
open lips, mine | never forgets how to perform |
the rest is history and lost time. || Remember: BY GOD,
NOT BY LUCK | was our motto and is, still—that | maxim by
which we explained Us | to our Selves & any people who asked. ||
BY GOD, NOT BY LUCK got us out | of a lot, but now your love I doubt.