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This one's a bit different to the last song i posted, but i kind of like it to be honest

A chilling fog across the moor
Hinders the search to find the one
We all know what he's running for
His quivering hands, the smoking gun

"I'm innocent" he pleads dismayed
And yet no judge would heed his claims
Of mice and men, a plan was laid
To free himself, release his chains

A guard he coaxed with tongue of silver
And he later came to rue
To think of it still makes me shiver
That gruesome and dismembered clue

Left in his cell for all to see
In the blood of the guard "It was not me"


A chilling fog across the moor
Hinders the search to find the place
I am concealed still drenched in gore
The chase with non-relenting pace

The evidence was mounting up
Mistakes i made would seal my fate
A fingerprint, the coffee cup
The wh ore i had to desecrate

She knew too much of what i'd done
My work all hinged upon her death
And in my hand the smoking gun
I watched her draw her final breath

The message left, the irony
To leave no doubt that it was me

Any opinions are welcome. Crit for crit of course and cheers in advance