Away Poem by Juan Jaimez

On a perfect evening summer day a trader with mighty words came to play.
This trader spoke and took his ways, became and faded away
All that is said is you'll soon meet your fate.
This trader betraded and went away
Now its gone and away
played the game of words and faded away
Y C H R and you know who are
Once played, twice betraded now you know what you get,
When the devil plays, here there and all over everywhere 365
Y C H R stand proud not with the crowed