Roll a dice
We're here to win, we pay the price
Carefully sculpted, only
for paradise, our sharp edges diffuse, we bruise,
we lose
Ordained with fire, we chase, we choose
Gently stroking our hair, seduced by avarice
She untangles our bows and tightens our knots - she's confused
She says

as she watches you sink, your final hope is that she's at least nice.
But avarice has no dice. No choose, no lose, no paradise.
You forgot about the debt of your sculptor.