When we do crimes
We don't expect to get free
Once it is done
The shadows will stalk us
We can say
Nobody knows
We do it in secret
Limited to a few trusted friends
When it involves money or wealth
Friends may disclose the secret
Everything will be laid bare
The truth sails in crimes have to pay
In history of recorded stories
Many had suffered long prison tales
Yet many still playing innocent souls
Stealing isn't the way to go
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