The one who is chosen accepted
One voice
A grave mistake to be paid with
At most
A deep remorse
Not much has been asked
Not much has been sought
Not much has been proven
Not many cases have been lost
Quick of tongue you may be
But I am of wit
The just the righteous not worth
Being branded, my ink
Not vile, but of deepest vice
The one that is handed the thrown
The thorn the de vice
In stock there is time
There is will there are means
Yet lust is nowhere and with it
Redeems.
To regret not redemption you so cleverly
Thought yourselves away
But leaving it to you I will
Let us play
No selfish being folds while it's ahead
Unlike you dear rats I have not yet
Placed all my bids
Not much to lose an abundant to be made
Outwitted, baffled
You WILL be amazed.