For contest sponsored by John Lawless
There is no honor among thieves They were in and out a crime spree Despite the frost white winter breeze Screams were lost by autumn’s leaves There were valuables taken indeed Likely sold the gold across the sea And the art was a smart centerpiece Repainted by dark bloody crime-scene Was it a targeted or a random thing Corpses keep secretes horrible dreams Who did it why how did this come to be Will the fingerprints tell us anything
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