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 "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.
["" taken from letters sent by
David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam]