Jack The Ripper continues…
He paused for a moment to rest
and thought that in a strange way,
he was executing a test,
his rage was growing high,
as he stared into the sky,
the murder he commited was in fact a destiny,
and still more,
while the victim laid on the floor,
the foundation was made up of solid hatred,
a murder to draw the eyes
and hearts of all men for all time,
he ignored the screams and cries,
then he wondered,
if in this state of madness,
it was the physical symbol of his faith,
killing was his traint,
one that he would face,
leaving behind a trace,
rough remnants that still clung to pure vision,
a vision not quite destroyed,
until he completed the attack,
then he begged for the darkness,
to spread his name, Jack
Your poems are awesmely written 
gruesome.. but i think that was the whole point..
That was nice
Jack is Back and Badder Than Ever!! Nice read Frank however grisly, lol! Thanks for sharing!
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