By serial killer, David Berkowitz, aka Son of Sam
I've always had an unhealthy obsession with serial killers, psychologically wise. It's magic how their minds work. More than half of the serial killers have disconcertingly high IQs. It's fascinating how twisted their minds are. One of my favourite serial killers, (sounds weird, doesn't it?) is David Berkowitz, who wrote beautiful letters to taunt the police. The above is also a letter of his. My favourite is this poem:
Because Craig is Craig,
So must the streets be filled with Craig (death)
And huge drops of lead
Poured down upon her head
Until she was dead -
Yet the cats still come out at night to mate
And the sparrows still sing in the morning.
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