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So long have I waited, for the misery to end, coming up to the chin, with slit kin, who never knew I placed all my agony on the lower body. If you catch me, you can see me, breathe in my toxin. Coax me like a zealot, come and hang like the later generation, on the threat of contaminaton of the race, due to the fact the childrens feelings are aborted. Im the product of allienation, too much contemplation, and over all bad feelings. So when you see me on the walkway, dont be afraid to come up and stay, you would be the first, the first one to converse, with me, while im so pre-rehearsed. With knives and blades, and ropes and chokes, ill make us be togethor forever, if youll be my bride, ill be by your side, like a contemplative suicide.

Ride a Knife, Take a blade, say ill be a lover, who will sing my baby lullabies.

Love, 

Sigma