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By the waters high, beneath the sky,

Diogo roamed, with death close by.

On Lisbon’s bridge, where shadows tread,

He stole their gold and left them dead.

The Aqueduct, his hunting ground,

Where whispers soft of death abound.

He pushed them down, to meet their fate,

Their cries consumed by twilight's weight.

The fall seemed like a life’s goodbye,

A suicide beneath the sky.

But as the bodies piled so high,

The law began to question why.

Each victim’s fall, a careful ploy,

But Diogo’s greed would soon destroy.

For hands that steal and take with force,

Cannot forever change their course.

The noose drew near, his crimes exposed,

No place to hide, the truth now closed.

In 1841, his fate was sealed,

A headless end, his death revealed.

The fall seemed like a life’s goodbye,

A suicide beneath the sky.

But as the bodies piled so high,

The law began to question why.

Preserved in glass, his head remains,

A twisted relic, bound by chains.

A story told of greed and sin,

With history locked deep within.

The fall seemed like a life’s goodbye,

A suicide beneath the sky.

But as the bodies piled so high,

The law began to question why.