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.
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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.