Ripper's Requiem

The Juwes are not the ones who will be blamed for nothing

Scenes I've seen in waking dreams
heard children's songs and muffled screams
staring eyes and lurid grins
in murky ways down darkened streets

Flickering lights I staggered past
something burning hot within

Half-remembered, half believed
blue and amber everything

Sick hard gaze from sick young eyes
leering from the long gray lines
collected scum in sewer grates
their tired huddles imitate

It mists black soot and slick gray rain
the world is closed, from out, from in,
tiny prisons to keep them in

infected, beaten, poor and cursed
nothing gentle in the earth

Darkness creeping in to feed
The sky as red as virgin's blood

I come for something no man needs
to do a thing that no mouth speaks
in the wayside alley wrapped in rain

the world is dark and cold
and strange

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