Fire murder,
Days all black.
Stabbed my rich husband,
In his back.
Heated blood,
Thick as mud.
Sawed your leg,
Then your head.
Riches madness,
Your face full of dread.
I Smiled with greed,
As you bleed.
I left you there,
Painted in red.
Gas and fire,
Our love drew dire.
Made love once,
I grew tired...
Days all black.
Stabbed my rich husband,
In his back.
Heated blood,
Thick as mud.
Sawed your leg,
Then your head.
Riches madness,
Your face full of dread.
I Smiled with greed,
As you bleed.
I left you there,
Painted in red.
Gas and fire,
Our love drew dire.
Made love once,
I grew tired...
By. Madame Elizabeth