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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
They say I was a mad man, a monster in disguise,
But I was just a man, with darkness in my eyes.
My victims were my canvas, my knife a paintbrush,
Their screams, my symphony, each one a hush.
My legacy lives on, in the tales that are told,
Of a murderer so vile, so heartless and cold.
My victims, my muses, my deadly obsession,
Their lives I took, without any discretion.
So beware my friends, as you walk these streets,
For Jack the Ripper still roams and creeps.
And although I may be long gone, my legacy remains,
For I am Jack the Ripper, forever in these lanes.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
They say I was a mad man, a monster in disguise,
But I was just a man, with darkness in my eyes.
My victims were my canvas, my knife a paintbrush,
Their screams, my symphony, each one a hush.
My legacy lives on, in the tales that are told,
Of a murderer so vile, so heartless and cold.
My victims, my muses, my deadly obsession,
Their lives I took, without any discretion.
So beware my friends, as you walk these streets,
For Jack the Ripper still roams and creeps.
And although I may be long gone, my legacy remains,
For I am Jack the Ripper, forever in these lanes.