The crime was simple and well planned,
He would dance with her, hand in hand, whisper how beautiful her eyes were, so soft & blue, while he wrapped his arms around her……
A night of passion, and imaginary love-
Turned cold by a simple girl, who was naive and won over, he knew just how to lure a young girl into his bed of rape….How his uncleanness seeped into their Blood, taking these young girls futures away…….
Justice
This was not the same story as it once had been.
Someone did die; she smiled as she told the police
There will never be a man to spread this disease ever again,
You can find his body behind the building on west main, by the trash can
His body lye’s, cold drenched in rain, and here is the gun that took his life away.
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