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Twilight has come casting a beautiful flicker upon my silver knife
who has taste the women who gave a price and in the end their life

Some were quick because I tend to bore and some took days upon my board
as my mind remembers and bask back in time of the wonderful gore

The steps I climb to your lonely room while the candles give off the scent of honey dew
'My Sweet Devine' it is now time as the clock sings it's suspenseful chime

Your door I open and with grace I stride to your bedside to look upon my bride
'Oh my Sweet Devine' I love the fear as you cringe and try to hid

With a quick cut I make upon your thigh thou not to deep just enough to make you weep
only you don't make a peep just gasp from your breath giving a long sigh I can tell
you wish to defy
 
I wish to hear you speak and cry out for my pride
but you glance upon my face with a look of disgrace and in a soft whisper
you state,
'My Sweet Devine will you be mine you ask? The answer is no but untie my hands
and I will make you mine for I to have a great show and plenty of time.

Do you feel me? Do you want more?
Hint: Who is the real serial killer?
T Reams copyright 2015

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