In shadows deep, a tale I shall unfold,
Of a man named Jeffrey Dahmer, grim and cold.
His deeds, a chilling shroud upon our souls,
A chapter in darkness that still unfolds.
A quiet man, with secrets he did keep,
A monster lurking, while the world did sleep.
Behind his eyes, a twisted, wicked mind,
Seeking victims, unsuspecting, to find.
In his den, a chamber of unspeakable dread,
Where innocence was lost, where hope was bled.
He lured them in, with charm and deceit,
To satisfy his desires, so vile and discreet.
Each life he stole, a tragedy untold,
Their names forever etched in stories old.
Their cries unheard, their voices silenced,
By Dahmer’s hands, their lives were hence minced.
A predator, he roamed, with no remorse,
His appetite for pain, a dark, relentless force.
His grotesque desires, a sickening lust,
Leaving behind a trail of ashes and dust.
But justice, though late, would find its way,
Revealing Dahmer’s crimes in light of day.
The truth unveiled, a nation in shock,
Confronting the horrors of this human rock.
And as we ponder on this tale so grim,
Let us remember those who suffered at his whim.
May their souls find solace, in eternal peace,
And may their memories never cease.
For Jeffrey Dahmer, a name forever stained,
A symbol of evil, where darkness remained.
In our collective consciousness, his infamy shall dwell,
A chilling reminder of the depths of human hell.
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