Ghosts In the East End of London(John Loving Iii's Haunting Pass)

1888 the year of terror and fear throats slitted open from ear to ear JACK THE RIPPER preying on the road He 's spooky and wears a black coat In the evenings his skills paint red lace so good at his job,he kills as he plays In Croaky Moors hiding his shadows roaming in alleys and meadows Five victims ,Five whores slasshed to death Breasts thorn apart,their hearts on the bed a stalker,a cannibal in East End of London drinking in bars,His hiding a dungeon The prostitutes tongues pulled out from their roots sending the killer in the best of his moods Years passed come and gone,each dusk cover dawn five ghosts are heard aching in one brutal moan Jack's name still an echo in the narrow back streets Soul's blood is still shedding,for justice it pleads Scothland yard officers were being fooled from "Hell" and "Dear Boss"letters,Jack ruled Ruben and i tried to capture this cold blooded guy, but we'll pass it on to J.R, Investigator with Style Go for it John... -------------------------CHARMA