The Journalist

This is The Journalist, I'm reporting live from the scene
Blood and guts everywhere, but police can't find the splene
The girl's figure's lean, her open eyes are a pretty green
I rewind it all in my mind and see what the machette's seen
The victim's name is Charolette Jones, and from what I hear
I explain the situation and return her locket to her father
They ignored my words and see the body; I watched as it set in
Her mother cried on her knees and father demanded an arresting
I watched helplessly as police tried to control her parents
Gathered my clues and it was apparent the murderer was careless

The Murderer

I'm running fast, thinking why the fuck did I leave my gun
My leg's hurt, they're sore and tore from runnin in the brush
Charolette was my beautiful medium, I carefully stroke
I vividly etched my design before her thin artery broke
My painting was a disaster, I muffled my cries with laughter
I kissed her drenched lips and hastily left soon there after
I stared into her penetrating eyes and flowed flattery
Then kissed her silhouette and departed from my masterpiece

The Detective

My senses are clean and clear, the murderer is still quite near
I put my ear to Charolette's chest in hopes that I might hear..
She died without fighting, her lips curved and were pressed
I regarded her as a divine being although she was slutty in dress
Her cleavage was full and I noticed there was a name in the crease
My heart pounded with vengeance as I swiftly followed his lead
I found his hide out and watched the murderer from a safe distance
He genuinely moved covering his tracks until he had finished
I broke the window and I watched him grab for his gun and cock it
I aim and shot and watched as I blew his brains out from the closet

The Journalist

The detective remains missing and some applaud him for his work
They say an eye's an eye and under God justice was fully served
The funeral services followed what was a rather useless autopsy
And she was laid to rest forever crowned as the casket-box queen
Reported news that the murderer was gone was publically soothing
Gossip stated the Detective as an infamous hero, a local Jack Ruby
The Detective solved the crime and considered his job as completed
He turned in the murderer into authorities in seventy severed pieces
The Detective went mad over Charolette and his conscience set in
His heart was broken and his articulate incision remained left in
A story filled with death and remorse, no characters surivived
And this is your daily Journalist, signing off, bidding good night

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