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murder one
It’s a question, a wonder, an enigma,
Something we don’t know and never can guess.
Clues come and everything goes,
Some make sense and others leave us wondering why?
Their lies the fun, the challenge.
The comedy, the horror, the irony.
Change is good when nothing is better.
But the fakes, the lies, the ever flowing amount of fools!
None of them understand as do you.
Don't be disguredged by thigns not making sense,
If they do then your wrong!
Nothing is more entertaining then a pleasant surprise,
I have one coming as do you.
As we keep playing this game I feel you should know,
Every one knows its coming but few can stop it…
talking about murder... so last week i was starting to really relate to a poem id written last year about melting a town of plastic people... ye so um instead of doing anything bad... i turned a bag and a half of apples into applesauce and um imagined faces on them as they melted...