The Ripper
How his blade does glisten on a dark London night,
As he prowls the streets in search of his next delight.
No one knows his face, no one knows his name,
But they fear the Ripper just the same.
Leaves their bodies battered and beaten.
No mercy for those who cross his path,
Their fate is sealed in his wicked wrath.
How many lives has he taken, no one can say,
But the people of London live in fear every day.
The Ripper haunts their dreams, a shadowy figure of dread,
Leaving a trail of death in his wake as he moves ahead.
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