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WHITE CHAPEL
Self – Hatred – Twisted – Suffocated Blasphemy.
Death – Slated - Fated – Victims of his destiny.
Distortions of his mind – reality turned.
Emotions left unchecked – Society Burns.
Remembering the lies forced to be fed.
Intention of destruction the innocent bled.
The object of obsession – To dominate life.
His victims unsuspecting – No warnings no signs.
With precision of incision he cuts with knife.
A masterpiece of the flesh – The art of his spite.
Self – Hatred – Twisted – Suffocated Blasphemy.
Death – Slated - Fated – Victims of his destiny.
Beaten – Screaming – Her tears have become mud.
Pale skin – Frightened – The avarice of blood.
Beaten – Screaming Her tears have become mud.
Taste flesh – Lifeless – The obsession of blood.**
Touch – Cold fresh – Lifeless – Stripped of all identity.
Cold – Heartless – Selfish – Driven by insanity.
Maliciously efficient – So callous so cold.
A legend never caught just growing old.
Laughing at the face of those who give chase.
Eviscerate of the organs he does it with hate
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