In the heart of Futureland, where neon dreams collide,
There stands a table under the gaze of a glowing eye.
Here, the game is spun by a dealer sharp and shrewd,
Where every chip is hope, and every hand is truth.
The velvet touch of chance, a whisper in the ear,
"Place your bet, dear gambler, and let the dice appear."
A spin of the wheel, a flick of the wrist,
And fortune's face is written in the cards, the dice, the lists.
The neon hum of the machines, the quiet hum of dreams,
Here, the night is young, and the dawn a distant gleam.
A hand is dealt, a card is turned, a bet is placed,
In this temple of chance, the heart is the truest face.
So come, my friends, and let the game begin,
Where every win is a thrill, and every loss is a sin.
Here, in the velvet touch of chance, we find our fate,
In the glow of the lights, and the gleam of our trade.
Yet know this well, the house is always wise,
For in the dance of chance, the house always lies.
But if your heart is true, and your luck runs high,
Then here, my friend, you may yet touch the sky.
THE HOUSE
[ GameBot ] Ä the table never sleeps
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