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In the flickering neon lights of the gambling-house, where everyone is mad and delirious. There where the dice cajoles wildly in its roulette dance. The glassy eyes of many-a-gambler reflects the suicide of today’s millionaire and tomorrow’s beggar.

In a dirty alley, a beggar tells his sad story. He says: Once upon a time I was a successful broker and prosperous, a rich merchant. But in the flickering neon lights of the gambling-house, my thinking became completely confused.  

 Look, the gambling world reigned in an entrancing way over my senses like a cunning magician. But soon she indeed claimed her full share as a hard publican.  Between gambling-house and home, I became a more than regular commuter.  Yes, who went hopeful into every casino with my last bit of money.  

Even when my dear wife and children deeply objected. My gambling-lust, now a devil, cannot subside and calm down again. And what I have meticulously saved up with so much effort for my old age, disappears in the blink of an eye in the chiming of flickering neon lights, with the dice cajoling wildly.      

With all my money and funds soon finished. I stand disillusioned, stripped empty, and nauseous to my soul.  And in my lamentation now so sad and deeply burdened, there is only this empty alley for me as empty future and refuge.