There was a murder in my little town
little over a hour from Detroit
Mother brought me up to the rich oak casket
in it?
Abigaile sweet as if a sugary treat
oh how I bitterly wept
waves of salt water interrupting
the roaring of my mouth
how trival these impish actions were
now sit let me retell this story
as easy as raindrops fall upon us and our neighbors
she met a fine lad
Robert was his name
he enemy to all
stranger to her
oh, this pair surprising to my eyes
so beautifully vile
so dreadfully sincere
naive silly moments
were what took her heart
and made it his
he enemy to all
stranger to her
friends turned lovers
lovers turned enemies
their souls strangers to one another
he so twisted
lost in rage
his lover gone
gone with his heart
the prize taken never was returned
how dare she
she who promises to keep guard
takes an oath to pamper her dear Robert
she shall die
I have sweared it
I choose not to continue
being that children are near
oh how the orchids bloom
so sweet so bright
have died
there they lay with sweet Abigaile
oh how he wished her death a long gruesome phenomenon
oh how he smiles at his work
