Its free to your doom
The way depends on whom
I took the the road
Leading to my loaf
Only to meet the white wolf

Gentle was the smile
Spotted from a mile
Oh! ..I knew I had nailed it
And i was a perfect fit
Oh how did the apple tree produce a watermelon?
How did my hopes just turn me into a felon ?

Did the gods now forbid ?
What is known to be sacred?
Has the **** gained soo much courage to share in the meat of lions?
Oh! My feeble understanding of truth
Has being used to fertilize their fruit

But the gentle smile...
Leads to exile down the Nile..
Then, I  agree I made my move
Left my room to meet my doom
Let the facade white wolf
Know how claptrap are his moves