When The Truth Hurts, Lies Feel Good

From a putrid funk of a cadaver, the murder weapon was a razor, the maggots had the best view, it was a girl too, body parts scattered purposely throughout the purlieus of DC, polluted with fumes, detectives searched for clues, the father was unmoved-n-unamused, her mother was confused, for she told her father he wasn’t the father, so he killed his daughter, for his heart-n-ego was so bruised, -n- this way to him, this situation would be forever defused, when emotions are on fire to be soothed, they follow no rules, outside what I’ve revealed to you, detectives still have no clues -n- her mother is still confused from the putrid funk of this cadaver, however the murder weapon was the truth and his accomplice was the razor.