In shadows deep, where darkness roams,
There lies a tale of a troubled soul,
A man named Andrew, lost and forlorn,
A haunting memory of a life torn.
In days of yore, when chaos spread,
A Nazi's path young Andrew tread,
With venomous words and twisted creed,
He wandered blindly, consumed by greed.
Yet, hidden beneath his fascist guise,
A secret whispered, a truth that lies,
Within his veins, a craving grew,
A hunger for a white powder's hue.
Cocaine's embrace, a devil's touch,
Infused his spirit, demanded much,
The highs it promised, the lows it gave,
A dance of addiction, a downward cave.
Within his dreams, he heard the screams,
Echoes of innocent lives torn at the seams,
The horrors he'd witnessed, the pain he'd caused,
Drowned in a haze of cocaine's applause.
But in the silence of his restless nights,
Andrew glimpsed shards of forgotten lights,
A glimmer of remorse, a spark of grace,
A yearning to break free from this cursed race.
With trembling hands and weakened frame,
He fought against the grip of shame,
Seeking redemption amidst the strife,
To transcend the darkness that clouded his life.
In moments fleeting, his heart confessed,
To the atrocities he once professed,
A repentant soul, he sought to mend,
The wounds inflicted, a chance to transcend.
But time, relentless, did not wait,
Andrew met his untimely fate,
No absolution could he embrace,
In death's embrace, his sins efface.
Now his story stands, a cautionary tale,
Of the human spirit's frailty and travail,
In the depths of evil, a glimmer can shine,
Yet for Andrew, it came too late, time malign.
So let us remember the choices we make,
And the souls we touch with each step we take,
May Andrew's legacy forever remind,
That redemption's pursuit should never be confined.