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Devil of Englewood
Heinous villainy, birthed from a nubile obsession
Mastered agony, physician besmirched profession
As the swindler roamed the nation, conning new brides
Crossing paths led to damnation, creditor bribes
“I was born with the Devil in me” he claimed
Murder his calling, butchery his birthright
Victims of his blade were filleted in his keep
Hidden savagery, unbridled contempt for mankind
Fueled by primary, wealth motives began to align
Selling remains to museums, skeletal coin
In his hotel mausoleum, vices conjoined
“I was born with the Devil in me” he claimed
Murder his calling, butchery his birthright
Victims of his blade, dissected for his thrill
Malignant doctor, plagued the World's Fair
Malicious surgeon, preyed on despair
Widows and orphans objects of his trade
Their mortal coils, price that was paid
As H.H. Holmes prospered through lies
Using his station and standing as guise
Many were cheated, creditors raged
Fleeing Chicago a man hunt was waged
The blood lust unquenched, burdening towns, plaguing the coast
He was caught Pinkerton snared, convicted to hang
Sentenced to die for murder, his just reward
“I was born with the Devil in me”
A mad confession begun, fable was spun
By butcher of Englewood
Lucifer his muse and sire, his Lord
Was no salvation for him, as the rope drew tight
Ending the life of the vile swindler
Satan!
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Murder at the Helm
Helm
The Kentucky Cannibal of yore
Ate his compatriots and foes
Mad, gorging on gore
Boone
An opportunistic heel
The mountain man's favorite meal, human flesh
With murderous zeal
He set his sights, taking flight west ward
Knifing his own cousin, vigilante captured
Escaping asylum, a venturesome villain
Fleeing from a native attack, party of six
Wilderness and winter leading to starvation
Devouring his allies
From the wild he emerged a craven, wanted man
San Francisco his next mark
Where blood lust struck again
Captured anew by the law
His brother payed off all the witnesses
Freed once more and back to crime
He'd revisit killing grounds, slaughtering
Bragging of his exploits, ravenous his habits
Psychopathic hubris would lead to his demise
The Montana Vigilantes arrested him
Secret trial where he was sentenced to hang for sins
In his last attempt to escape the hangman's noose
He blamed his gang for his crimes
With no rescue, no recourse, no remorse, gallows call
“I'll see you in hell in one minute”, yelled the sociopath murderer “Let er' rip”
As he jumped off of the hangman's box
The Kentucky Cannibal of yore, was finally hanged
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