The dream of success surfaced yet,
With the thought of fruitful bet..
Yet darkness drew,
Dreadness brew,
What such incantentment blew?
I fear the worst,
I dread the fears,
But fool I was (I still am),
Into the gallows ahead, where fear awaits..
The gallows breeds of foully filth,
Stick in the mud, a bloody brute..
Ahead I move to the deadly route,
Awaiting lays the cunning loot..
Luring loot, following foot,
Insistent I was, on two foot..
"Watch Out!" are the cries of many,
Burning fool, into passion of phoney..
Disgrace I became,Disgrace I am lain..
~Nick~