What once was love, has become hate
Skill attained to save, now used to kill
What a pity, this poor woman's fate
Oh sweet death, what a great thrill!
Red stained lips, with eyes to match
Angelina Dalles was once her name
their wombs are now hers to snatch
All she wanted, was for them to feel her pain
With a smile on her face and a scalpel in hand
Oh such beauty, covered in crimson
She sliced them up, sending them to the holy land
Laughs and screams, echoing in unison
No one will know, she became the ripper
If this were a fairy tale, she'd fit the glass slipper.
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