Choke Point..... Part 1
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Shaun Cronick
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Damn! He's struck yet again,
He just won't simply stop.
This killer who's so elusive.
Each victim a fellow cop.
Every one is slowly asphyxiated,
By one calling himself Choke Point.
Then he writes his name in blood,
His crimson calling card of anoint.
Fifteen murdered cops so far,
Murdered in many macabre ways.
Always they're choking for breath,
By a killer's methodical malaise.
Strangled sometimes garrotted,
By his hands or piano wire.
Drowned or just simply hung,
This madman who'll never tire.
Oh! I won't take him alive,
His outcome's more than grim
Neither will any other cop,
When we catch up with him...
To be continued in Part 2
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