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Rippers lll...


Killer's feeling cramped, sharing not his style
He thinks he should be moving, been here for awhile
Killer doesn't like being under someone's watchful eye
He thinks about his leaving, just gotta say goodbye
There will always be more sinners, in some other place
Killer's mind is made up, he needs a lot more space
So he invites the Stranger and the Ripper known as Styx
to a party, a great big gala, a sumptous meal he'll fix
There will be a feast and all night carousing
then it's off to another town, finding him new housing


She is a beauty and a charmer
To have upon one's arm
She's daughter of a farmer
soon to come to fearful harm

Taking her to Killer's party as my special date
The day has gone and the night has cooled
I had her dress up warm, we're gonna be out late
She's thinking love is in the air, I've really got her fooled

Everyone will be there, when we finally arrive
The gathering of the century, I think it's gonna be
Such fun and games we'll have,but she won't survive
Carnage all around,,, the elements she'll see

Hooded Stranger

The party of us three, here upon this night
Take a gift of malice for the Killer, for Styx I'll take some spite
Somehow flowers and chocolate doesn't seem to suit
Shall I go unarmed, or a blade within my boot?

Should I wear the jacket with a hood?
Don't want to be misunderstood
No, I'll leave the hood at home tonight
My impression must be just right

I'll take some photos of my latest kill
That should give them both a thrill
Maybe take something else instead
Yes, I know, I'll take her head!

With three Rippers around the table
Let me judge; Killer unstable?
As for the oh so cunning Styx
I'd like to see what makes him tick

The party from Hell, I'll watch my back
Can't fall foul to a bloody attack
Out of the frying pan and into the fire
All of us three have the same desire

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is one of fame you see
One that brings delight to me
With surgical skill you have left delights
upon foggy streets in the darkest nights
I knew you were still ripping, tearing holes
in the bodies of those poor lost souls
Please come to Darkside when we open up
We can share ripping tales, and some bloody cups.
~ Gee

Come to Chat on the Darkside
every other Saturday night 8pm to ?
Bring your dark and delicious work
to show.

author comment

what a party, what a feast! a severed head and three vile beasts! To each the three, their own pretense. I'm sure demeanor was quite tense.

Much enjoyed!



When the chats open, I would like to have you be there. You sound like you enjoy the darkside! And...You are a rhymer! ~ Gee

Come to Chat on the Darkside
every other Saturday night 8pm to ?
Bring your dark and delicious work
to show.

author comment

If life permits, I will be there :)


God, we're do effing good together!!

always, eddy (& cat)

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