Jack the Ripper
Biography of Jack the Ripper
Jack the Ripper's Works:
Jack the Ripper Poems
Action And Reaction
Smoke a cigar, end up dead Eat a steak, end up dead Drink too much, end up dead
Ignorance Is Bliss
Life is to a prison As dirt is to a mole It's all we've ever known Because we've never seen the whole.
What did you expect of us? It's not like you made us to be successful, you arrogant deity. If we were created in your image... Why do we fight with such ferocity?
If music is poetry... And poetry is life... Music must be life.
So I'M An Abomination
Everything is based on perspective There is only one absolute truth, and that is That there is only one absolute truth. So who are you to say what I did was wrong?
Guns Of Grace
Guns of grace, guns of grace, You wish for a faster way to die? Guns of grace, guns of grace, The guns of grace can supply.
Success is a person that you sit in front of your house for But they never show up And you decide, well... It's probably warmer inside, anyway.
The Judgement Of The Turtle
I saw a turtle smashed on the side of the road the other day. Judgement came swiftly flying from above in the form of a ridged tire; His shell was splintered into a circular pattern of triangles And his body was crushed beyond recognition.
In The Land Of Flames
In the Land of Flames Plasma rains from the sky And the children play in the radiation While their worried parents
Immolation Of Peers
If you insult someone you might stunt Their inclination to become what they dream to be, And we know the world would be a horrible place With one less writer want-to-be.
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The spoken word of a child is often overlooked, What the newborn says is more then often severly mistook As garbage, as ignorance, as foolishness, as naiveté of word... But didn't we used to think the same
When does an old day end And a new begin? Twelve o' clock holds the key, But why is something so miraculous
What did you expect of us?
It's not like you made us to be successful, you arrogant deity.
If we were created in your image...
Why do we fight with such ferocity?
Why do we die so easily?
Why do we lust so readily?
Arrogance, just like dad.