It has magnitude; it has scope and size
Though you may try tap-dancing past your crime
Murder will be shown and scatter your lies

Ever deplores insinuating cries
Until you repent your hate for sublime
Hale innocence learned your hate with surprise

When young vitality by your crime dies
Loved ones and strangers will wail lost prime
Murder will be known to each pair of eyes

Deadly intent plain as contempt realized
You decided she had run out of time
Healthy innocence meets death by surprise

She was deeded sweet breezes, easel skies
Heaven so hers she rose without a climb
Murder will be known no matter your lies
Healthy innocence succumbs by surprise