JACOB+AND+MATT

// The Only Intimation // I am intrigued by the enigma of mystery, And what better place to start than a party? What better place to have such a murder? Nobody is true to innocence, And everybody tells a lie. Some do it for the thrill, others do it for the money.

While this crime was committed for money, The root of it all lies in arcane mystery. I would hate to tell a lie I would hate to ruin their little party But the unadulterated truth lies not in our innocence, But in the act of murder.

Who had committed the murder? Who would spill Letty’s blood for money? As I have seen this town for years, I know my innocence, That I am just as deep within the mystery. A murder is announced, at Little Paddock’s a party. Accept this, the only intimation. Accept this, the seedling for a lie.

This is all because of a lie. First Bunny, then Miss Murgatroyd, all taken away by murder. They say that there was a man at the party, And that Letty was to come into money. The only intimation, a mystery… The only intimation, innocence.

You think that a small town such as Chipping Cleghorn would exhort innocence; Everyone is always concealing some lie, But how and when it would be revealed is the true mystery. Only will this one be revealed through murder. As so often is shown, the motive was money, And it all started with that damned party.

Gunshots, threefold. The smell of ash and acrid soot filled the air of the party. And in that instant there was no innocence, When Letty was to come into new money. The truth is not known, there must be a lie, For down at their feet lies a boy, a victim of murder. The Age of Innocencecomes to an end with this mystery.

Who can arbitrate the value of money, and the value of murder? A party started the mystery. And a lie took away my innocence.