At the ATM, a hat brimmed with wealth, Coins clink softly, preserving stealth. Fortunes gathered, silently amassed, In the hat's embrace, prosperity's cast.
In the twilight's grip, where shadows play the part, Degeneracy weaves its spell, a sinister art. The first one, entranced, at the beginning's gate, Caught in a hat trick of fate, a darkened state.
The Degenesis #2
Coins clink softly, preserving stealth.
Fortunes gathered, silently amassed,
In the hat's embrace, prosperity's cast.
The Degenesis #1
Degeneracy weaves its spell, a sinister art.
The first one, entranced, at the beginning's gate,
Caught in a hat trick of fate, a darkened state.