taken from letters sent by David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam
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 we'll 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.
"Hello from the gutters of the city,
filled with vomit, stale wine, urine and blood.
Greetings from the roaches that feed
upon the blood of all my victims.
I appreciate your interest in me, but now I asked...
What of your children?"
Out to silence me.
Bloodied family.
Now I sleep.
The city weeps.
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