Who knows, when His Watch will tell you the Truth And reveal the Sins he refused to Pour Mostly when the Priest he tries to Conduce When in Practice their Ripe Karma does Sour How you Dive and Resist at the same time Mostly on Cards you purse and refuse Face Even if they show Numbers worth in-Line, If not from the Isles are locked in Disgrace Yet the Wheel-Friend still refuses this Fact And tries to re-file this False Document Even at-risk to be billed a Blackheart, Booting that supposed Good Sentiment. Daily, no pause, fold my hands for your Health If you find Creepy, not my loss of Wealth.