The sunday mornings

They always are found
Their families mourning
They are no more around

The first one was frightful
The second one too
The third was awful

The next one could be you

 

The culprit spread dismay
Terror, unpleasure and decay

Taking lifes; no one could prevent
Is there no end to this dreadful event?

 

None did expect

This bloodshed, this misery

What was she thinking

I doubt she’ll blame destiny

And still she is loose;

She hasn’t been caught

The only ones that know
Can’t even send her a thought

Them vains has been punctured;
Them blood has been spilled;

Them lifes has been stolen,
Indeed, they are killed.

 

And so I tell you

My dearest friend:

Watch your back, ‘cause you know
The Saturday Night Murderer strikes again