A killer has died.
I won't give his name
For what he has done
He deserveth no fame
Some of his victims he killed with a pin
Soaked in some poisons and mingled with gin.
Some he killed with a rusty blade
As he laughed out loud as their lives would fade
Others he slew with a makeshift gun
He pulled back the hammer as they started to run
Even sisters in habits who he killed just for fun... (to be cont'd?)
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