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nolo contendre

“You’re still the one who killed her!
It’s the fault of your desire to kill my father!”
“What have you just say?
You treated that man as your father who stole your mother from me?!”

There’s a man with his arms tied;

He’s facing the cruelty of life.
He knows what’s good and evil,
But they still accuse him to be guilty.

“I’m not guilty.”
He said with a strong voice.
In those words there is assurance.
And in his eyes were torn by the knife of life.

“My son I’m not the one who killed her!
Could you just stop this blather?”
His son just weeps and insisted that he’s the one.
His father killed his own mom.

His life went so miserable.
He knows he’s facing is a huge problem
He believes that he’s a liar in front of him.
That man proved his innocence.

The son felt so angry with him.
Cried too much and started blaming his father.
Then the fight started again.
The son forced his own dad to tell the truth.

“I was just drunk.
I don’t know what I’m doing
I saw him with another man
And the other man is my best friend.”


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