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With the information i have provided thus far, I'm sure it comes as no surprise that thievery and other criminal mischief manages to slip through the cracks of society as the natural chaos of this world remains at it's forefront. Although the perpetrators of such things flourish under the blind eye of the law, what they cannot account for is the evil hidden within other citizens behind the closed doors they so selfishly pry open. 

Quick
Hands guiding them
Gas lamps flicking on
Masked man picking lock
The Moon dance cover up
Cobbled roads kicking up
Some Horse shit in the mud
Forced in to the front
The door hinge broken off

The panelling in here is gorgeous
The crest at the helm is enormous
The clocks tell the time of the forest
The balconies covered in torches
Something inside of his gut is in knots
Victorian build but no sign of a cross in the arches
Almanac flipped to the harvest
Its leather is riddles with markings
It look like tattoos
It feel like me and you
Where the fuck have we chosen to barge in
Speckled with crimson at foot are the carpets
I hear a shuffle come out of the darkness
I feel a hunters reconnaissance mark us
I pick up scent of a blood lust
Just As I pick up sight of a carcass
I shouldn’t come here alone
I should of just stuck to my grove u could see him regret it
Human lay stripped to its bones I broke window to walk in its home thus into its stomach
Its sweat it could smell in my chest
And fear it could smell on my breathe
I guess I picked me a dud
Ive been deceived by the crest
He charges at my from the door
Hes packing my brain in the floor
Ive no where to go
I’ve hoped I would die by the sword
But now im mechanically gored
With hand to my throat
As blood pools in both of my hands
I finally lock eyes with the man
Absorbing my hope
Draped in the finest of things
The crest in the steel of his ring
A family of sick misanthropes

Quick
Hands guiding them
Gas lamps flicking on
Masked man picking lock
The Moon dance cover up
Cobbled roads kicking up
Some Horse shit in the mud
Forced in to the front
The door hinge broken off

CHAPTER6_A BOTCHED HEIST OF THE LEZORYTH MIDSUMMER RESIDENCE (ERIC GODLOW)

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