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CHAPTER6_A BOTCHED HEIST OF THE LEZORYTH MIDSUMMER RESIDENCE

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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 shouldnโ€™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 Iโ€™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