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In a room washed pale
By the morning light
He came with smiles, his grip polite
A doctor's oath in whisper thin
A god in Hyde, a grave within
Diamorphine dressed as mercy's hand
He wrote their fate in quiet command
White coat, black shadow
Stealing sleep they'll never know
Trusted breath, his cruel disguise
The angel walks where silence lies
He chose the old, the frail, the meek
A subtle scythe with no need to speak
The notes he changed
With a final stroke
A keystroke lie for every life he broke
Fifteen in court, but many more fell
Through the trusted
Gate to a morphine hell
He forged their wills with shaky hands
A nursemaid's death on demand
Cold as stone, he met each end
No tears to fake, no words to send
No scream, no fight, no blood, no roar
Just numbers lost behind a door
White coat, black shadow
Stealing sleep they'll never know
Trusted breath, his cruel disguise
The angel walks where silence lies
A verdict passed, fifteen confessed
But two-fifteen may never rest
No motive spoke, no reasons claimed
Just godlike calm and lives unnamed
The gallows missed him, cell bar's tie
Took justice from the public eye
White coat, black shadow
Gone before the truth could show
Crimson ink beneath his chart
The healer tore a town apart
