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taken letters sent by Jack the Ripper

Fired anticipation, burns me.
in illness, at infancy.

Whispering Jack, in a fever.
as sharp as a butcher's cleaver.
Aesthetic blade, let be quick.
street, a butchers trick.

Whispering Jack, in a fever.
Twice as sharp as a cleaver.
Your mind is bled, been fed.

Every woman's body par', to some meat, to me it's art.
taken my need, left her my seed.
Autumn of terror, white homicides.
for suffering, for all the whores that died.

"...I send you the kidney I took...
the I preserved...
I may the bloody knife that took it out,
if only you wait a longer"

Reveling at Lustmord, the part of me.
Foreplay a scalpel blade, my sexual activity.

Whispering Jack, in a fever.
Twice as sharp as a cleaver.
Aesthetic blade, let be quick.
Gaslit street, a trick.