White Chapel
With instruments of perfection, medically speaking
He made his way through the darkened streets
Hiding in corners and alleys, so lurking
Killing the women, he longed there, to meet
The nights, they were dangerous, in that part of town
White Chapel, a place of hideous crimes
Where women were cut and pieces were missing
Horror filled nights in Jack the Rippers time
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