It had to be done!
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Conspiring web, killing me, the end.
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Let me haunt you, a chilling tale.
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Street cracks feed. Spilt blood bleeds.
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Perhaps we'll meet someday, when I get blown away.
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Bringing forth the light, evil at twilight.
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Bloody family.
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Darkened death.
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An absolute, depravity
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If a weak linkage found, eliminate.
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Hear the cities fearful roar. =
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*"Hello from the gutters of the city, filled with vomit, stale wine, urine and
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blood. Greetings from the roaches that feed upon the blood of all my victims.
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I appreciate your interest in me, but now now I asked...What of your children?"*
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Out to silence me.
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Bloodied family.
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Now I sleep.
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The city weeps.
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["*" taken from letters sent by David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam]
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Jumping At Shadows
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| Benediction |
