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.
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
Out to silence me.
Now I sleep.
The city weeps.
["" taken from letters sent by David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam]