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once upon A Crime


A wretched disaster
when floorboards collapse
the flames had licked down
his huge home-like mass

Out on the streets
the madness creeps closer
from up on the rooftops
to the gun in his holster

A deafening blast
from barrel to bullet
and into the heart
of Mr. McCruette

The Money, The Wealth
The Power was there
with invigoration
the light of Crime glared

A SINFUL DESIRE
of rouge colored passion
the bodies fell dead 
while blue men took action

seemingly numbered 
a thousand to ONE
This wasn't a game
  he started to run

down through the streets
where fond memories grew
a shot to the back
and all things turned blue

The rouge road was missing 
and so was his life
THAT Sinful desire
capsized in-the-night.




   

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