There's something about human history
That reads like a good murder mystery
The real murderer still at large
The mastermind pulling the strings
Who could be the wily detective himself
Making sure the case goes unsolved
Appalled as the bodies pile up
Announcing to the press he's hot
On the trail he will soon be caught
He's following several persons of interest
His agents working day and night
But the centuries roll by
While the real murderer smiles
Passing right under our noses
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