By Arcassin Burnham

Steady winning with sin,
Paper makes love to the pen,
Give them all my condolences,
The man just saw his end,
Flashed before his eyes,
It just came as a surprise,
Not one but two loose ties,
I swear the devil lies,
About the choice to choose or decide,
What do they call you?
Savior or a man with lost virtue,
Your a higher power not a cartoon,
And those predict the most,
But what is it to you,
In a cage controlling your actions,
Laws can make transactions,
The World is just a big fraction,
Ready to be solved,
Can you determine what happens?