The Planned Crime

The carefree beast,
On a gloomy evening,
Did an evil crime
With a devilish smile.
All he could say was;
No, it is not my fault,
With eyebrows lifted
Like an innocent soul,
Such a criminal crook,
Who cared less of the tears
That flows through his victim’s cheeks,
Dripping down her jaw,
As she went home With head bent low.
Then the carefree beast smiles
At a successfully planned crime.
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