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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