A small child trampled, innocent

His wickedness is limitless

He of no relation to her, And she of no relation to him

But no matter, the outcome is still grim

A small child who still had her whole life ahead

Will now rest below instead

The serpent Hyde still lurks

Continuing on his perilous path

There wonders an innocent old man

The next to perish under the serpent’s hand

Another one dies yet again

Irrational murder a man and a child

For in his here, there is no church in the wild