A cut to remember
I am a butcher; I am a surgeon I bring my arm like a lamb to the slather. What will it be this times a knife a razor or a screwdriver? I t makes no defiance to me as long as the blood is set free. I close my eyes and the ritual begins.” My God forgive my sins and have mercy on my soul”. Fore I cannot stop the bloodshed for the blood must flow. For I have lost all control. The blade is in my hand I cannot stand. I fall to me knees. “Oh God please help me save me from myself “as pray and plead I cut my self and begin bleed. I hear a voice deep within I hear him say. “no deliverance for you not to day”
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