The Prosecutor's Offer
I'm sad to tell You that Your partner died, He said not a word to implicate You, My offer stands, it won't be said I've lied, If You confess, You walk. Tell Me what's true. You say that I want You to rat Him out, That My offer contains a condition, That I'll keep You in jail without any doubt, If You don't blame Him in Your admission. You say that like all I'm ruled by low needs, Thus ever it was and ever shall be, But I and You, too, do all kinds of deeds, I will keep My promise, You can go free. We are partly God and partly Devil, What I'm telling You is on the level. [Part IV?]