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Painful is the cure,

But your body is a mess.

Let us find a way,

Into your chest.

Let us treat.

No rib is hard enough.

Bloody shall be the cure,

The hurtwork is on.

Don’t be so fragile,

You’ll become a stronger man.

Maybe you will die,

But that’s the price

Don’t be shy,

many will follow you.

In the hands of the blind

The work is benign.

You might feel a little pain

But the surgeon is insane.

There is no cure without ache.

There’s no life with no heartbreak.

Hurtwork