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THE CRIMINAL

Helpless are those who smile

Are those who wear it for awhile

For the sake of her lover

For the sake of pain to be cover


What's painful was not being left

It was being caught for theft

The happiness she never had

Stolen from the depths of his sad


Crime was not her love

Crime was her existence

Crime was her innocence

Crime was her lost essence


Justice are those who are punished

Are those who are tarnished

For she calls upon misery

For her love is mystery


Beheaded

Committed

Cease to exist

I dare not to resist