G.E. Woodage
They say I was a mad man, a monster in disguise,But I was just a man, with darkness in my eyes.My victims were my canvas, my knife a paintbrush,Their screams, my symphony, each one a hush.My legacy lives on, in the tales that are told,Of a murderer so vile, so heartless and cold.My victims, my muses, my deadly obsession,Their lives I took, without any discretion.So beware my friends, as you walk these streets,For Jack the Ripper still roams and creeps.And although I may be long gone, my legacy remains,For I am Jack the Ripper, forever in these lanes.
