The
crooks are free
High
up in the mountain
Breathing
the good breeze
Living
up the life of luxury
Nothing
can stop the bad
It
is a line in ancient times
The
bad always flourishes
In
the dark of exchanging hands
Nothing
can be seen
Amongst
thieves and robbers
The
code of silence they cherish
The
crooks are free
Even
laws fail to find justice
The
bad will always find a way
In
the world of men and women
There
is greed and corruption linked
The
crooks should remember
The
causes and effects will knock
By
the time everyone will know
Think
of the lake of fire pursuing souls
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