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Zé Borrego heard a voice divine,

A call he claimed, a holy sign.

To cleanse the world of sin, he'd say,

He came to Lisbon, led astray.

In shadows deep, he sought his prey,

With hands of charm to lead the way.

He’d lure them close with whispered lies,

Then strangle life and cut the ties.

Five souls he took, five lives undone,

Each tossed away when work was done.

The river carried what remained,

As sin, in Zé’s mind, was contained.

In prison walls, his fate was sealed,

Yet to a guard, his truth revealed:

"Two more must die, their sins I know,

But for your plea, I'll let them go."

A man of word, he chose his end,

No more to kill, no more to bend.

With silent breath, his life was stilled,

A promise kept, his fate fulfilled.

The river flows, yet speaks no tale,

Of bodies lost, beneath the veil.

And Lisbon's streets no longer fear,

The name of Zé that once drew near.

In prison walls, his fate was sealed,

Yet to a guard, his truth revealed:

"Two more must die, their sins I know,

But for your plea, I'll let them go."

A man of word, he chose his end,

No more to kill, no more to bend.

With silent breath, his life was stilled,

A promise kept, his fate fulfilled.

In prison walls, his fate was sealed,

Yet to a guard, his truth revealed:

"Two more must die, their sins I know,

But for your plea, I'll let them go."

A man of word, he chose his end,

No more to kill, no more to bend.

With silent breath, his life was stilled,

A promise kept, his fate fulfilled.

A twisted mind, a path of sin,

Led not by God, but dark within.

His story fades, like tides that pull,

A life consumed, a heart turned cruel.