Alea Jacta Est

The die is cast
The chains thrown off
The bets are placed
What will be, will be.

Can't change the past
Nor manipulate the future
I laugh in the dark
What will be, will be.

I look at the stars
And chart their courses
Their heading changes not
What will be, will be.

I sense disaster
So I raise my arms
No one answers
What will be, will be.

Tidings of joy
Wishes and greetings
They make no difference
What will be, will be.

I choose my seat
And hold on tight
Blow out the candle
What will be, will be.

A smile, a giggle
A curse and a scream
Blood glistens like midnight oil
What will be, will be.

The lights go off
The blinds are drawn
A cough and a gurgle
What will be, will be.

Suffering and pain
Sobs and sniffles
Grief beyond measure
What will be, will be.

Joy and blessings
A hand wipes a brow
A burden lifted
What will be, will be.

The church bells toll
The mourners weep
The casket is lowered
What will be, will be.

The heavens open
Cool, cleansing rain falls
White shores bring hope
What will be, will be.

When the world ends
And the mountains tremble
Will Gaia still survive?
What will be, will be.

But God does not play dice with men.

-Ramblings, Book III by The Madman, 103-178 The Era of Knowledge.