Edogawa Conan doesn't blame me

It came up as a herald what meat that I would've done it by my own hand if twas the blame. Offered short sentences in lowered frequency as I had become a gal to prize upon. You see it wasn't me even though there was a crime it wasn't me. So afar from the ladle that tops a richly made soup. Kitchen cooks rising at the scent of poisoned fruit. Adam would've floated his gums forsake the eve pie. Straddling among them is a whisperer who unfolds their story as true crime. Belittled by the ages the floundering constable and a say for the word. God's only word. The truth in the world god only knows.