An Indicator

oh lord of course you dont need angels to tell the sin of each of your men of course oh lord each man knows he himself is the author of his deeds given your breath a blank new book he is to write his own real tales good or bad how a thief would always appear - a thief in whatever way he might want to hide oh god, you dont need an angel to write down each man's deed a liar would always look like a liar only fools cannot tell them from the good souls their voice, their expressions, every of their acts an open book to tell what they are this physique an open book we write our life tales for god's judgement at the end of the day we jot down our own heaven or hell for god's convenience