Magnificat

It had to be done!
 Conspiring web, killing me, the end.
 Let me haunt you, a chilling tale.
 Street cracks feed. Spilt blood bleeds.
 Perhaps we=B9ll meet someday, when I get blown away.
 Bringing forth the light, evil at twilight.
 Bloody family.
 Darkened death.
 An absolute, depravity
 If a weak linkage found, eliminate.
 Hear the cities fearful roar. =
 *=B3Hello from the gutters of the city, filled with vomit, stale wine, =
 Urine and blood. Greetings from the roaches that feed upon the blood =
 Of all my victims. I appreciate your interest in me, but now now I =
 Asked... What of your children?=B2*
 Out to silence me.
 Bloodied family.
 Now I sleep.
 The city weeps.
 (=B3*=B2 taken from letters sent by David Berkowitz, The Son Of Sam)