The orange suit
Floating in the air
A name has been written
Years ago for him to put it on
He plays his delaying games
Giving him the long rope to entangle
His buying time has its limit
Now the cage is open he has to fall in
The final mistake he makes
He thought he did a good game
The final hurdle he can't escape
The orange suit waiting for him
Once it patterns on his soul
He will realize he will face his shame
A convict in his name dishonour to his family's name
The footprints will be remembered through generations
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