AKA: The Leather Apron
I roam the streets, dressed in my best coming for my victim.
The scare of London, 1888: I walk with much dictum.
No officer dares question a man whom looks like me.
No whore on the street can challenge my plea.
I’ll give them delicious red grapes to sooth their hunger.
Maybe even a drink to have them feel much younger.
When they’re least expecting I shall slit their throats.
Now they’re mine for the taking: I win the votes.
Mary Ann Nichols, sweet dark eyed Polly.
I see you stagger down the street, drunk and very jolly.
I came up behind you and slit your mangy neck.
I sliced your abdomen and deserted your body leaving it a bloody wreck.
Run from Whitechapel, Spitalfields, Algate and the City of London.
I search in the East but I’ll go to Hendon.
Mrs. Annie Chapman on the 8th of September.
Dark Annie is one that I shall always remember.
You took me to a quiet place that night.
And when you saw the knife you put up a fight.
With bruising on your face and an incision on your neck:
The police finally saw that they should get themselves in check.
However they would not do it in time.
Was this some sort of ritual or just a sadistic crime?
Long Liz, Elizabeth Stride with those beautiful gray eyes.
On September 30th you should say your goodbyes.
For on Burner Street you will be mine.
Splayed uncomfortably with your throat deeply gashed and fine.
This is how you were left that night.
I believe it was a magnificent sight.
After you, was Ms. Catherine Eddowes: Number four.
I just couldn’t wait another moment to kill once more.
I went to Mitre Square for Kate Kelly’s arrival.
There was absolutely no chance of her survival.
I sliced her throat but that isn’t all.
I ripped out her intestines and left her there: so small.
Her nose was barely attached with multiple organs removed.
Only a man with much knowledge could have done this it proved.
If you looked up at the wall you would also see something.
“The Juwes are not the men That Will be Blamed for nothing.”
On October sixteenth George Lusk was greeted with a note and a gift.
Half a human kidney preserved in wine: very swift.
“From hell.
Mr Lusk,
Sor
I send you half the Kidne I took from one woman and prasarved it for you tother piece I fried and ate it was very nise. I may send you the bloody knife that took it out if you only wate a whil longer
signed
Catch me when you can Mishter Lusk”
Of course this was not the end of my mission.
Mary Jane Kelly was to be my last edition.
On November 9th of 1888 Ginger will be killed.
At this point, my dreams will finally be fulfilled.
I went into her room and cut her throat to shreds.
I sat there and watched while blood spreads.
I removed her breasts with my knife.
I then opened her body and removed all her organs in a strife.
A breast by her head and one by her feet.
With her organs milled about the room, I knew my business was complete.
I would never be caught or sent to a penitentiary.
However: “One day men will look back and say I gave birth to the twentieth century.”
http://www.casebook.org/victims/
http://www.casebook.org/ripper_letters/
The scare of London, 1888: I walk with much dictum.
No officer dares question a man whom looks like me.
No whore on the street can challenge my plea.
I’ll give them delicious red grapes to sooth their hunger.
Maybe even a drink to have them feel much younger.
When they’re least expecting I shall slit their throats.
Now they’re mine for the taking: I win the votes.
Mary Ann Nichols, sweet dark eyed Polly.
I see you stagger down the street, drunk and very jolly.
I came up behind you and slit your mangy neck.
I sliced your abdomen and deserted your body leaving it a bloody wreck.
Run from Whitechapel, Spitalfields, Algate and the City of London.
I search in the East but I’ll go to Hendon.
Mrs. Annie Chapman on the 8th of September.
Dark Annie is one that I shall always remember.
You took me to a quiet place that night.
And when you saw the knife you put up a fight.
With bruising on your face and an incision on your neck:
The police finally saw that they should get themselves in check.
However they would not do it in time.
Was this some sort of ritual or just a sadistic crime?
Long Liz, Elizabeth Stride with those beautiful gray eyes.
On September 30th you should say your goodbyes.
For on Burner Street you will be mine.
Splayed uncomfortably with your throat deeply gashed and fine.
This is how you were left that night.
I believe it was a magnificent sight.
After you, was Ms. Catherine Eddowes: Number four.
I just couldn’t wait another moment to kill once more.
I went to Mitre Square for Kate Kelly’s arrival.
There was absolutely no chance of her survival.
I sliced her throat but that isn’t all.
I ripped out her intestines and left her there: so small.
Her nose was barely attached with multiple organs removed.
Only a man with much knowledge could have done this it proved.
If you looked up at the wall you would also see something.
“The Juwes are not the men That Will be Blamed for nothing.”
On October sixteenth George Lusk was greeted with a note and a gift.
Half a human kidney preserved in wine: very swift.
“From hell.
Mr Lusk,
Sor
I send you half the Kidne I took from one woman and prasarved it for you tother piece I fried and ate it was very nise. I may send you the bloody knife that took it out if you only wate a whil longer
signed
Catch me when you can Mishter Lusk”
Of course this was not the end of my mission.
Mary Jane Kelly was to be my last edition.
On November 9th of 1888 Ginger will be killed.
At this point, my dreams will finally be fulfilled.
I went into her room and cut her throat to shreds.
I sat there and watched while blood spreads.
I removed her breasts with my knife.
I then opened her body and removed all her organs in a strife.
A breast by her head and one by her feet.
With her organs milled about the room, I knew my business was complete.
I would never be caught or sent to a penitentiary.
However: “One day men will look back and say I gave birth to the twentieth century.”
http://www.casebook.org/victims/
http://www.casebook.org/ripper_letters/