Jack The Ripper


One lady of the night dies after another
They didn't have time to die of fright their cries can be heard take cover
Break down the numbers...
Freemason or surgeon?
This guy had patience and heard was a wordsmith...
The city wasn't pretty
It was gritty and filthy
I pity the misery
But most of us are intrigued with its mystery...
But none of us did bleed and have tears for weeks
Their peers and fears combined of joining the red creek...
So who was Jack the Ripper?
I could be up all night thinking I'm going back to sleep where's my slippers?

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