13 February 2013
Happy family, live life free, worked hard for their american dream. A farm and friends, charity given, earned respect. Now lay put to rest.
The bonds left behind tie them to the mattress, to the sofa, each in a seperate room. Shots in the night that noone heard from this small rural town a whispered word:
murder
Orchestrated, no evidence except the bodies, blood-drained lifeless A fear runs between neighbours A broken trust that had spanned years.
Who did it?
You can't run. You can't hide. the troops are coming for you at high tide your no longer anoymous. your names in the mud for killing this family in cold blood.
Why?
In Cold Blood • Opuss № I