Gangsters Laws Of Paradise Poem by Magod Scroef

In paradise, where gangsters dwell,
A world of secrets none can tell,
Where laws are shaped by shady hands,
And power reigns across these lands.

Beneath the stars, they lightly tread,
Where gold is gained and blood is shed,
With whispers in the shadow's breeze,
They bend the rules as they please.

In this realm, where danger thrives,
Laws warp and twist like furious hives,
A code of honor veiled in disguise,
Where loyalty is prized the highest.

First law of gangsters in their domain,
To betray your brethren brings great pain,
For trust is fragile, hearts can break,
A sacred bond no man should forsake.

Second law, respect those who rule,
In paradise, the wise never duel,
A hierarchy of power maintained,
By dons and bosses, forever ordained.

Third law, never share secrets you hold,
Loyalty forged in this world of bold,
The whispers carried on silent nights,
Stay locked within, beyond prying sights.

Fourth law, violence a means to control,
But chaos unleashed will take its toll,
Strategize and strike with lethal precision,
To maintain order while avoiding derision.

Fifth law, never trust a traitor's smile,
A viper in disguise, can beguile,
Betrayal gnaws at the heart and soul,
Leaving scars that refuse to console.

In this paradise, both dark and bright,
Gangsters dance between wrong and right,
They live by rules skewed and undefined,
An underworld where power is enshrined.

So take heed, those who dare enter this place,