Murder
At the Truth Mansion
The suspect is at large
The killer lives in my Heart
Another night time
I tread this path again
In pursuit
Of these footprints and clumps
Of blood
Of blood
In circle, I wander
This path keeps leading back
To me
Cresfallen,
To Heaven I pry
For the wrong I've done
A frowning face falls
A frowning face falls
From beyond
The place I once knew there
Is gone!
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