I sliced out her tongue,
Held it and mocked her whimpers.
You can't mumble no.

He's so cold at night
Without a home of his own.
I made a human torch.

Is it a bad sign?
All my girlfriends kill themselves
Once my knives are through.

Choose now:  slice your wrists
Or put your kid on the stove.
Either way you die.

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