[Verse 1]
[talking] Detective O’Malley’s Case Records: We received a 911 call at 1:13 am, and emergency personell go to the scene of the crime at 1:21 am…

[verse 1]
The was no one to let us in, but we opened the front door
It all looked like a normal scene, except for the knife on the floor
A tint of red o the blade, but not weapon of attack
But we walked to the back and found the bloodied bat
Through a crack of the ajar door, we see the bloody track
The kitchen seemed empty, but we hear the ceiling crack
Above us was a little girl with her fragile skull collapsed
The blood fell from the ceiling, hitting with the steady drip
Her eyes were swollen and puffy, ripped open her little lips
The rapist had made her strip and raped her till he bruised her clit
He had commit sodomy as long as would permit until the skin had split
Until the more blood had flown then the I knew the body could emit
Shit, she was so little, she couldn’t be oler then fourteen
Her hair had been almost all ripped out, her pale scalp could be seen
It was obiovus she had been hit on the head, from a place unseen
Her mauled face was frozen into that everlasting scream
The only clue left for use to find this sick freak see was a little note
In it he explained how he slit her throat and how with her blood that he wrote
How he skinned her back, that we could check it, he would make it in a coat
And shure enough when we took her down, her back was free of skin
I passed out then and that’s when I knew a true demon had just begin

[talking] SWAT Officer Rayond Narty: A bomb threat called was called in at 3:30 pm, and the bomb detonated at 3:34 pm…We arrived at the scene at 3:36 pm

[Verse 2]
Bodies were strewn about like dolls, we could smell burning flesh
Already breaking a sweat, I begin to help at my best
The building that had once stood tall, no longer cast a silhouette
People were moaning about me, others screamed out in pain
In my mind peoples crys remain, trapped under rubble or the slain
IN ways I cant explain, no matter how many we helped the sound level stayed the same
The thoughts drives me insane, how man lives could I have obtained
But in vain I was trying to help a life that could not maintain
People ran all about me…was someone calling my name?
It was my brother…I saw the burnt and melted figure he had became
He tried to get up and walk but his legs came up lame
I reached out to grab his hand, but the ground underneath burst into flame
He fell away from me, and it was all I could do was just to fall and cry
I had just looked my brother in the eye and watched him die
I watched him engulfed by flamed and never been able to say goodbye
My friends tried to ppick me up off that rubble but I would just deny
They grab me underneath my arms and pull, but I kick and I defy
Several hours laters, I had been raised to one knee
Friends offered me rides home but I would not agree
I stayed at the scene for eighteen hours…I just sat and grieve
And remember memories of my brother taken from me

BASED ON TRUE STORIES

I wasnt aiming so much at wordplay and vocab in this, but to tell the story...

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