Crime, Poem by maxpoet beauty

Crime,
Crime was like a conspire,
I can Imagine,
Hating all the great men,
These men are so naive,
They love hear all my bad stories,
I think,
I can see them clearly,

Crime story and hatred was never enough,
They all loved it,
Embrace it,
Saying that I have no other solution,
But to serve them,
How they loved my stories that are so sad?
I can see them loving it,
How foolish to be on earth?
That many never appreciated the love of God,
And they embraced the foolish of these people.