In cryptic halls, where shadows dance and play,
A man is trapped, in a fatal sway,
Three gold coins, with Bitcoin's deadly might,
Illuminate his fate, in a ghastly light.
His eyes, like lanterns, glowing with a fevered heat,
Reflect the fire, that burns his soul to repeat,
A cycle of greed, a thirst for more,
A tale of madness, forever to endure.
The book lies open, pages worn and torn,
A testament to secrets, and a life forlorn,
The man's dark past, a story untold,
Echoes of a life, where love and hope did fold.
The reptilian creature, a symbol of deceit,
Looms in the shadows, a dark, silent threat,
Its eyes, like embers, glowing red and bright,
A warning sign, of a fatal, endless night.
The man, a moth, drawn to the flame,
Dancing with danger, in a deadly game,
His soul, a pawn, in a wicked scheme,
A sacrifice, to the crypto's demonic dream.
The wind, a whisper, through the desolate night,
Echoes of a voice, a haunting, mournful sigh,
A requiem, for the lost and the damned,
A eulogy, for the souls, forever enchained.
In the depths of darkness, where shadows reign,
The man disappears, in a sea of pain,
His screams, a whisper, lost in the wind,
A victim, of the crypto's deadly sin.
The coins, a symbol, of his demise,
A reminder, of his fatal enterprise,
A cautionary tale, of the dangers that lie,
In the pursuit, of the digital gold, and the crypto's sigh.
The darkness closes, the shadows take their place,
The man's fate, a warning, a haunting, mournful space,
A tale of crypto, and the dangers it holds,
A story of a man, who lost his soul, in the digital gold.
So let this be, a lesson to all,
Beware of the crypto, and its fatal call,
For in its depths, lies a darkness that binds,
And those who dare, may lose their souls, and find.
The end is near, the darkness falls,
The crypto's curse, a fatal, deadly call,
Beware, dear soul, of the digital gold,
Lest you too, fall prey, to its deadly hold.
In the silence, where shadows roam,
The man's soul is trapped, in a never-ending home,
A prisoner, of the crypto's deadly might,
Forever lost, in the darkness of the night.
A man is trapped, in a fatal sway,
Three gold coins, with Bitcoin's deadly might,
Illuminate his fate, in a ghastly light.
His eyes, like lanterns, glowing with a fevered heat,
Reflect the fire, that burns his soul to repeat,
A cycle of greed, a thirst for more,
A tale of madness, forever to endure.
The book lies open, pages worn and torn,
A testament to secrets, and a life forlorn,
The man's dark past, a story untold,
Echoes of a life, where love and hope did fold.
The reptilian creature, a symbol of deceit,
Looms in the shadows, a dark, silent threat,
Its eyes, like embers, glowing red and bright,
A warning sign, of a fatal, endless night.
The man, a moth, drawn to the flame,
Dancing with danger, in a deadly game,
His soul, a pawn, in a wicked scheme,
A sacrifice, to the crypto's demonic dream.
The wind, a whisper, through the desolate night,
Echoes of a voice, a haunting, mournful sigh,
A requiem, for the lost and the damned,
A eulogy, for the souls, forever enchained.
In the depths of darkness, where shadows reign,
The man disappears, in a sea of pain,
His screams, a whisper, lost in the wind,
A victim, of the crypto's deadly sin.
The coins, a symbol, of his demise,
A reminder, of his fatal enterprise,
A cautionary tale, of the dangers that lie,
In the pursuit, of the digital gold, and the crypto's sigh.
The darkness closes, the shadows take their place,
The man's fate, a warning, a haunting, mournful space,
A tale of crypto, and the dangers it holds,
A story of a man, who lost his soul, in the digital gold.
So let this be, a lesson to all,
Beware of the crypto, and its fatal call,
For in its depths, lies a darkness that binds,
And those who dare, may lose their souls, and find.
The end is near, the darkness falls,
The crypto's curse, a fatal, deadly call,
Beware, dear soul, of the digital gold,
Lest you too, fall prey, to its deadly hold.
In the silence, where shadows roam,
The man's soul is trapped, in a never-ending home,
A prisoner, of the crypto's deadly might,
Forever lost, in the darkness of the night.
The Sunday Circle