A Prayer to Tymora.

[CommanderKrieg]

The blue hooded elven bardress nods to a women, and writes down the song she played earlier in the week. "It was taught to be by a real friendly pirate, but I sure could write it down fer yeh."



Tymora's Prayer

Tymora hear my prayer
Look down on me
I'm not as wealthy as I used to be
It's not even ten and I'm busted again
Why does this happen to me?

Give me a sign
Show me you care
A straight to the Ace Godess, or even a pair
I can't make it alone and I'll sink like a stone
Unless you can undo what I've done

So Tymora lift me up in your tender embrace
Lend me your wisdom, your strength and your grace
Help me to smash my opponent's fat face
Oh Godess help me take gold from my friends

Deep down I know
That it's only a game
But I want them shaking in terror and shame
It's just poker and beer
Still I need them to fear me Tymora
It's not enough just to win

Deal me good cards and I'll handle the math
We'll take their gold while they take a bath
I'll show them my hand, you'll show them your wrath
Oh Godess help me take money from my friends

And I don't want to cheat them
'Cause I know that's a sin
I just want to defeat them
And make it, make it hurt when I win
Make it hurt when I win

So poke them with sticks
And crush them with stones
Chew them up good Tymora and spit out their bones
Make my riches grow and let those wenches know
That you hate them and love only me

Burn it all down until nothing survives
Make them regret for the rest of their lives
The day that they bet their dogs and their wives
Oh Godess help me take money from
Help me take money from
Help me take money from my friends