The
crimes creep
Out
of the shadows of immobile objects
Silently
it moves
The
haunted faces of possession
The
unlucky few
The
many of them in statistics
In
the files in the archives
Of
dead people the slow paces
The
blues will get blocked
The
minds can't fathom deeply
They
are good at catching the rats
The
maze of crimes they take a long time
Every
where in the world
Crimes
will be exploded
The
picking up pieces
The
long way to get redemption
Living
is still a chess game
Sometimes
you win; sometimes you lose
Only
there is hardly a second chance
One
wrong move it's end of the road
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