Jack's Back...On An Unforgiving Night Like This...

Again I walk a Whitechapel street, Near where the Thames does flow. Many fresh faces I shall greet, In its darkness strewn with woe. I've been away for a while, Slowly killing time in hell. Where the devil is my admirer, And released me for doing well. I return from beyond my grave, You can't keep a good Jack down, But in my case a truly bad one, Stalking again in Whitechapel town. Oh! It feels good to be back, I will now put on a wicked show, My tools always carried with me, All guaranteed to make blood flow. Cold steel instruments of death, Feel natural in my tight grip. Then I slip into dark character As I tear, cut, slice and rip. Feels good to be back in the game, My tally demonically on the rise. Beware inky black London streets, That reveal a slashing surprise. You all know what I do seek, If ever forgotten a travesty. An insult to crime's history, And to my infamous legacy... Hello my dear. Good heavens you're alone. On an unforgivingnight like this...