Having regained their composure after the officer threw her gun at the ceiling to call for silence, being out of bullets, the detective began to read the letter.
[Hm-hm... I see... So impressive.]
[Mister Detective?]
[Yes madam officer?]
[I have no more bullets so from now on, I'm going to use my fists.]
[...This letter is another poem.]
[Oh no, poems like this are scary.]
[Don't worry Marcia, this is the kid's version, it is titled "Our Wonderful King".
Long live our Glorious King,
All honors to our Magnificent King,
May he protect us from the shadows!
Let him strike down our enemies!
All the treasures for the King,
All the rays of the Sun for The King,
Let it be bathed in light,
may he never be tired,
For if the king closes his eyes,
We face the three-headed beast,
So let's sing for the King,
And don't let him get tired of us.