A lapse in judgment is not a crime.

Last was man. One by one God judged them all; Those who were his He saved for his pleasure,
Those who were Satan’s he stomped them as they sprawled,
Tossed—t’ burn with their family together.
I was last. Alone I stood. Before God of all.
I wasn’t his. No! I still wasn't his.
It’s all I want’d! Still I lost him—still I'd fall! Still I lost. No, I’d never be his!
Angels grabbed my hands and feet and flung me with th’ damned,
To lie and let th’ fire burn and through our lungs expand.

Crime is low, because the police are doing their jobs, but recruiting is high.

Last was man. One by one God judged them all; Those who were his He saved for his pleasure,
Those who were Satan’s he stomped them as they sprawled,
Tossed—t’ burn with their family together.

Angels grabbed my hands and feet and flung me with th’ damned,
To lie and let th’ fire burn and through our lungs expand.

According to the locality it's a lot of crime. But this is heaven compared to where we came from.