Masquerading as an angel of light
Hiding in plain sight
With his words, he'll sway
Stay away from the angel of decay
His looks are indisputable
His victims are numeral
Breaking in, stealing the pearls
Having his way with the girls
Beating them to death,
getting off on their last breath
Florida arrested, he bested
Being a lawyer, becoming his own employer
In court, making claims
Entire time playing mind games
Society, he blames
Receiving fan mail from hot dames
"Here comes the doc"
"I think Bundy might be in for a shock"
"Watch how manages to sweet talk"
"The justice system, he continues to mock"
"He might actually get to walk"
"Lady liberty, he continues to stalk"
Refusing to take advice
Acting all polite and nice
Escaping twice
Fame, he attains
Not allowed to be put into chains
Witnesses, he pains
The jury, he manipulates
The prosecutor, he baits
The evidence he proves does not relate
The judge, he frustrates
Called on the stand, he hesitates
His mood alternates
The court, he no longer dominates
His crimes, he illustrates
"We find Theodore Robert Bundy, guilty"
"His crimes were ever so filthy"
His fate has been sealed
With His execution, he's forced to yield
His heinous acts, he revealed
His true victim count, he concealed
His personality remained snarky
As he was dragged down to ol' sparky
"Here lies the angel of decay,
His crimes, he did pay,
No longer able to sway,
He met his match in Florida this day"
©cracky
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