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My deeds were young and so it need not matter
Escaped with it today so we did it later
Scrutinizing security nevertheless we did get better
Picking pockets and stealing, funds rose higher.
Happy as the church rat we were
Although I was rached but handsomely rich
At least I could eat a meal with as little as fish
With high hopes of favorable catch in days to come
I fear a day of Reckoning will come
A day I would be seemingly caught
That day I would be asked to show how I was taught
Maybe flogged, stoned, but with chains cuffed so tight.
