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From hell read the letter, here is Jack, The repulsive ripper
of Nichols, Chapman, Stride, Kelly and Eddowes. The
owners of the dismembered body parts soiling White chapel.
Hear the scalpel of a loathsome spook never to be seen, one
for the books of all savage and obscene!
On streets they worked, as in shadows he walked. Ladies
shouldnât be foolish, at least wear a scarf. From hell read
the letter as one's soul separates from its core. One knows
he is soon to slash another whore as he wrote in saucy Jack,
dear boss and more.
He's filling his empty bottles of ginger beer with the good
old red stuff. One can't help but be mesmerized by this boar.
He is a lonely little cretin whose life is a bore if not out
seeking blood and mocking the law.
A positively ingenious serial killer or is he just another sad
little man? And why did he do it? Well, because it's London
and because he can.