taken from letters sent by Jack the Ripper
Fired anticipation, burns within me.
Revealed in illness, at infancy.
Whispering Jack, born in a fever.
Twice as sharp as a butcher 's cleaver.
Aesthetic blade, let death be quick.
Gaslit street, a butchers trick.
Whispering Jack, born in a fever.
Twice as sharp as a butcher 's cleaver.
Your mind is bled, hunger 's been fed.
Every woman 's body par ', to some it 's meat, to me it 's art.
I 've taken my need, left her my seed.
Autumn of terror, white chapel homicides.
Addiction for suffering, for all the whores that died.
"...I send you half the kidney I took...
the other I preserved...
I may send the bloody knife that took it out,
if only you wait a while longer"
Reveling at Lustmord, the second part of me.
Foreplay with a scalpel blade, my sexual activity.
Whispering Jack, born in a fever.
Twice as sharp as a butcher 's cleaver.
Aesthetic blade, let death be quick.
Gaslit street, a butchers trick.
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