The
thief wants to steal
There
is no way he will stop it
Even
prison sentence will not stop him
He
finds his way out with ease
He
knows about money
Throw
out a few here and there
He
can buy his way out of any predicament
He
knows it works nicely
For
the world is made up of money
It
is the medium of exchanges
A
language everyone knows about it
So
the thief speaks the familiar trade
Unless
the thief stumbles facing the light
Blinking
his eyes he can't see straight
He
falls himself into the dark pit
Screaming
out his profanity
The
sins will be paid
No
matter how a bad hide or disappear
The
reach of the light will hit
Say
your prayers before it is too late!
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