In the depths of night, where shadows play,
A man sits, lost in crypto's sway,
Three gold coins, with Bitcoin's might,
Illuminate his face, in eerie light.
His eyes, like lanterns, glowing bright,
Reflect the fire, that burns within the night,
A hunger for wealth, a thirst for gold,
A tale of obsession, forever to be told.
The book lies open, pages worn and old,
A testament to secrets, yet to unfold,
The man's dark past, a story untold,
Echoes of a life, where love and hope did fold.
The reptilian creature, a symbol of might,
Looms in the shadows, a dark, silent night,
Its eyes, like embers, glowing red and bright,
A warning sign, of a fatal delight.
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 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.
A man sits, lost in crypto's sway,
Three gold coins, with Bitcoin's might,
Illuminate his face, in eerie light.
His eyes, like lanterns, glowing bright,
Reflect the fire, that burns within the night,
A hunger for wealth, a thirst for gold,
A tale of obsession, forever to be told.
The book lies open, pages worn and old,
A testament to secrets, yet to unfold,
The man's dark past, a story untold,
Echoes of a life, where love and hope did fold.
The reptilian creature, a symbol of might,
Looms in the shadows, a dark, silent night,
Its eyes, like embers, glowing red and bright,
A warning sign, of a fatal delight.
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 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.
The Sunday Circle