The Murder
September 28, 2019
Bang! Bang!
The gun sang and the sound rang as he hangs
His blood spilt inside of the house he had built
Filled with guilt; you rapidly rose
He turns a cyrstal pale and looks so frail
As outside the sirens wail
It's too late to bail
Now it's off to jail
His picture will be in the mail
Others will follow your trail
A never-ending tale that's already set sail
It can't be stopped and we've already failed
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