Danielle Brandon - Murder on 73rd street

His dwelling place was where there was hard rocks
A valley where buildings were
Night came to curse his face
And the drizzle came to wash it away
He was a father of sin
Sixteen years ago
Morning came to take him
With floodgates of blood in his chest
He was too cold. He was too cold

Danielle Brandon

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