Dodger's Death
The detective Maxwell - how slain?
Surely you know his death lies not plain.
Oh, how it grieves us to tell this tale
Of that once helpless slain male.
He sprouts now redeemed by that sunlight rain.
Oh, he did not give his body up for sale.
Cruel rebellionees ran amok to bring
The crime,
But humans they did not compare with.
Stand ye not fooled by their golden lies,
Tempters they stand and have stood.
Warnings gave obedience to Maxwell
As he went solving his rosy case.
But to watch his friend's severed body
Before his tragic eyes,
And the Tempters tossing the services
Out of this world.
Knives raising like sprouting flowers
And aim at their target like arrows.
Such blood cries out to the world
In such a mysterious way.
Then, fleeing the Tempters take
To with evil grimness.
Shhh!
Let the quiet breeze of the winds
Blanket your voice.
Soon will the Angelire rise to you.
Shhh!