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She sat and cried in disbelief,
She was torn, sweaty with grief.
Had she gone through with it?
Ensured her marriage:
 picture perfect family, white picket fence, the sporting events and the brand new Benz?
Does murder leave skeletons in your closet?
Or rid the body completely?
She had been in love but her man to marry took his place.
It was for the money she knew,
But the love affair of a peasant  was more than enough,
To meet the unknown man she had promised herself to.
She had never seen such a rage-
A buried monster radical in its age.
He snapped and put him under,
She was now alone,
Ride the storm and take the thunder.
She was just as guilty of the murder but what was she to do?
She wanted the life and love,
Now only one will have to do.
She took a knife to love for the name of money.
You gambled with the devil, and lost- O'honey.