The grotesque figure dwindled
in the fire that kindled
with his pace quickened
and the suitcase stiffened.His armour lay chiselled
with body swelled
and he yelled
about the crime he dealt
while running away the cocoa belt.With hands molassed in charcoal
he decided another goal
as he was on the parole
and wanted the crystal stole.
His pace began to slow
as the stars began to glow
however to keep his owe
he shovelled his energy to the stove.
shivashishspeaks 
Hahaha great words rhymed Shivashi and he ran away.
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