I finally have you prisoned
From committing sins unforgivable
Trees, tears, and hearts are the judges
The virtue leads the way
Shall I be happy?
The wind blows imposingly
Bringing along agonising truths
So the judges whisper
That you are decent
Shall I give in?
You are the accused
Not knowing the faults
You are the very key
Not witnessing the outburst
You are exonerated
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