It had to be done!
Conspiring web, killing me, the end.
Let me haunt you, a chilling tale.
Street cracks feed. Spilt blood bleeds.
Perhaps weu003dB9ll meet someday, when I get blown away.
Bringing forth the light, evil at twilight.
Bloody family.
Darkened death.
An absolute, depravity
If a weak linkage found, eliminate.
Hear the cities fearful roar. u003d
*u003dB3Hello from the gutters of the city, filled with vomit, stale wine, u003d
urine and blood. Greetings from the roaches that feed upon the blood u003d
of all my victims. I appreciate your interest in me, but now now I u003d
asked... What of your children?u003dB2*
Out to silence me.
Bloodied family.
Now I sleep.
The city weeps.
(u003dB3*u003dB2 taken from letters sent by David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam)

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS