Snip go the scissors.
Plop goes the chair
Snap goes my neck.
Sweet rope has taken me. Sweet rope has lifted me.
Sweet rope leaves me hanging, like every other person.
Sweet bruises leave their mark. Like kisses from a loved one.
It takes my life, and holds me there.
No screams escape, and I'm no longer scared.Goodnight, Sweet rope of mine
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