Dice-and-Creed Boundaries

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Between Dice and Creed

(Verse 1)
I walked where questions burn the air,
Where truth dissolves in “if” and “where,”
A world of chance, of fractured light,
Where wrong feels right and day meets night.
A voice once thundered through it all,
“No dice decide what worlds befall,”
Yet even he reached for the divine,
To draw a boundary in the line.

(Pre-Chorus)
And I stood young with sharpened sight,
Everything dark or everything bright,
No shades between, no hidden seam,
Just iron faith in a rigid dream.

(Chorus)
Between the dice and the creed I stand,
With fire in heart and doubt in hand,
Is truth a line or shifting sand?
Tell me where I land.
Oh, between the black and white I see,
A thousand shades staring back at me,
But something pure still disagrees—
What is honesty?

(Verse 2)
I watched them bend like السوق في الرياح,
Trading their truths for safer paths,
A word that dances, plays both sides,
Half in the waves, half where it dries.
They seemed at peace, their rivers calm,
While I held tight to right and wrong,
But time revealed a deeper game,
Where loss and gain rewrite the frame.

(Pre-Chorus)
And I began to feel the weight,
Of lines too strict, of chosen fate,
Yet something in me still resists,
This quiet blur that coexist.

(Bridge)
My pen was once a blade of flame,
Calling out every hidden game,
But gold found pockets in my coat,
And softened every word I wrote…
Now silence whispers in my ear,
“Be less extreme, there’s less to fear,”
But is it peace… or just disguise?
A quieter form of compromise?

(Final Chorus)
Still between the dice and the creed I stand,
With trembling truth I barely command,
Is faith a rock or grains of sand?
Tell me where I land.
Oh, I chased the light so fiercely then,
Now I rewrite what I defend,
But deep inside, it won’t pretend—
I’ve changed… but did I bend?

(Outro)
So if you ask me what is true,
I’ll say: it’s never black or blue,
But somewhere lost in what we choose…
And what we’re willing… to lose.

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Between Dice and Creed (Verse 1) I walked where questions burn the air, Where truth dissolves in “if” and “where,” A world of chance, of fractured light, Where wrong feels right and day meets night. A voice once thundered through it all, “No dice decide what worlds befall,” Yet even he reached for the divine, To draw a boundary in the line. (Pre-Chorus) And I stood young with sharpened sight, Everything dark or everything bright, No shades between, no hidden seam, Just iron faith in a rigid dream. (Chorus) Between the dice and the creed I stand, With fire in heart and doubt in hand, Is truth a line or shifting sand? Tell me where I land. Oh, between the black and white I see, A thousand shades staring back at me, But something pure still disagrees— What is honesty? (Verse 2) I watched them bend like السوق في الرياح, Trading their truths for safer paths, A word that dances, plays both sides, Half in the waves, half where it dries. They seemed at peace, their rivers calm, While I held tight to right and wrong, But time revealed a deeper game, Where loss and gain rewrite the frame. (Pre-Chorus) And I began to feel the weight, Of lines too strict, of chosen fate, Yet something in me still resists, This quiet blur that coexist. (Chorus) Between the dice and the creed I stand, With fire in heart and doubt in hand, Is truth a line or shifting sand? Tell me where I land. Oh, between the black and white I see, A thousand shades staring back at me, But something pure still disagrees— What is honesty? (Bridge) My pen was once a blade of flame, Calling out every hidden game, But gold found pockets in my coat, And softened every word I wrote… Now silence whispers in my ear, “Be less extreme, there’s less to fear,” But is it peace… or just disguise? A quieter form of compromise? (Final Chorus) Still between the dice and the creed I stand, With trembling truth I barely command, Is faith a rock or grains of sand? Tell me where I land. Oh, I chased the light so fiercely then, Now I rewrite what I defend, But deep inside, it won’t pretend— I’ve changed… but did I bend? (Outro) So if you ask me what is true, I’ll say: it’s never black or blue, But somewhere lost in what we choose… And what we’re willing… to lose.

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