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The Ripper's Grudge
Creeping through the dark of night, with a quiet plot Searching for an innocent one, to death they shall rot Reflections only worthy to the filth in the earth’s mud Moonlight gleaming off my blade stained with blood Craving to lie to rest the wenches of these dirty streets Watching intently, dancing to my victim’s heart beats Tainting the lives of those they prey on, without a care How I long for this, to gaze into their cold dead stare I’ll take from them the parts I desire, trophies I’ll hold The darkness I use as my cloak, stirring ways so bold Leaving them, dead and frozen in a beautiful slumber You’re no longer safe; every one of you has a number A phantom I have become, with not a trace I will leave Gliding like a ghost, steps of silence on this dyer’s eve One by one, pitiful victims fall to my unforgiving hands As a plague I will move, sweeping through these lands Now that I’ve got my fill of your deaths, I’ll disappear Leaving behind a tainted path riddled with dreadful fear A ripper they call me, such a fitting name for this judge Now this world will sweeten my acts in eternal grudge
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