Fathers-Sons Billiards: War-Amidst {Dark Room}

Can pool-table chance offer a family value phrase-affection?

A billiards tune, inspired by The Color of Money (Martin Scorsese). Thanks for reading, 

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Mr. Amlan Satan challenged his father for a billiards-challenge worth its weight in silver-dialysis in Selfie-age dimensions in cyber-troubles for capitalism symbolism in personality-weirdness. Follow along, in this fathers-sons hyperbole for social media doubt.

FATHER: I made a wage with the Devil to defeat my son for wanderings-imagery!

AMLAN: I shall play you in this billiards-game for a wrought cleats of leviathan.

FATHER: I can see I'm way ahead in this game, with your final balls table position.

AMLAN: I must weave angle-shots for final shots victory to usurp your darkness?

FATHER: Can you do it, sonny-gem?

AMLAN: I've no choice, do I (for Selfie-face)?

Amlan achieved the dark deed with this father for a billiards-challenge worth its weight in dark readings; and he did so by shooting-down his final billiards-table ball-shots against his father (Emit) who made a dark deal with the Devil himself perhaps to gain an upper-hand; afterwards, Amlan Satan conceded that this cool game-triumph was nothing more than a contest of wills won for a game-tactic worth its weight in end-zone image (for the Ego!).

GIRLFRIEND: Congrats...for the gold shiny, honey.

AMLAN: I was indebted for the fathers-sons game of shadows, darling.

GIRLFRIEND: There's nothing finer than the 'cleats' of leviathan, no?

AMLAN: You're my photo-synthesis angel of bread/fruit for vanity, surely.

GIRLFRIEND: Facebook-like?

AMLAN: With money (father-son direction).

GIRLFRIEND: Good (money's beauty).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)