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Crime's Shelter

Richard Marot
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When one thinks of crime
It’s always the same vision
The different kinds of disgraces
But always an awful disgrace
About the thefts or other greeds
About the thief who runs afraid
Across the long and fair reeds
And he said he steals what he needs
And he said he steals what he needs !
But It’s always a merciless lie
Between the people who die
But It’s always a merciless lie
Between the people who die...

About the cruel murderers
They are only the covard men
Who persecute their selfishness
They’re proud and great shameless
They only think of power of crime
But their body is made of lime
Because they forgot the feeling
And that it’s always a big truth.

And what about the liars ?
They are the powerful politicians
Or even the soldiers of evil
And the priests and the presidents
They are always the same thought !
But they are so liar like merchants
their crime is always the same lie
And they forgot they can die
meanwhile, they’re living of lie.
However, I cannot say why !

They are living in their crime
In their terrible crime of lie
Criminal like the burglar,
Like the saddest beggar,
Like the thief who lies
Like the believer
who believes in nobody
and only believes in the mercy
in the powerful mercy of heaven.

All these men are damned
Because of the same sin
The sin of a merciless crime !

It’s a shelther of the crime
Across the final line
The shelther will be felled
by the enemy called fear
And we shall celebrate
The falling of selfishness
With the pity of a cup of wine
Because the world is not mine
And we must try to be fine
With the mercy of the centuries.

It’s a shelther of the crime
Across the final line
The shelther will be felled
by an enemy called fear.
Across their own fear,
They will be felled
And the fair world will be build
And we shall be fine
In the middle of the centuries.

The pass of time will be the judge
The judge of these criminals
who love the power of their crime
and the shelter of their fatal crime.

They will be felled and will be buried
by the mercy of the heaven
and we shall rest peaceful and quiet
because of the pass of centuries.

inviata da C. Viadel - 10/1/2008 - 11:45



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