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I am Crying

I am crying yes crying
why I hear you asking
It is because I am moved
by a poem on here

So sadden by her words
how could it come to this?
a guiding light, a friend 
an inspirer of fine words

Linda you were first to greet me
it was you who smoothed my way
gave me help and advice unselfishly
introduced me to contests and more

Poets should not fight like this
WHO THE HELL GAINS?
In  The  End       NONE!!    All  LOSE 
no sparkle left just matt dim and dull

Linda your words touch my soul
more far more they inspire
Never hang up your pen
Return soon we need your love and input


Always your friend and fan Shadow


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Welcome To My Life

I'm dying in this slow decay of the senses.
Senseless agony consumes my mind.
Eating my soul until I'm gray.
Gray like the leaves at your funeral.
The day the color faded and beauty went away.
The sky is falling, 
But, only on me.
As the Heavens are calling,
They tell me to leave.
But don't put your faith, your faith in me.
Don't trust fate,
For nothing is meant to be.
The slow silent squeezing of my petrified soul.
I left my heart with the sugar,
In the bottom of the bowl.
The wounds of the mind,
Based solely on the knife.
Look for my flaws and you'll always find....
Welcome to my life.


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Cry of the Soul

Once, when my soul cried out in mournful pain;
I believed the Spirit, with me, wept.
When I felt that life was all in vain,
He lifted me from the drowning depth.

Now when flowing tears upon me fall,
and all seems hopeless in this life;
Does He hear my constant wailing call,
when I feel grief’s merciless cutting knife?

Where is my God when I need Him so,
when my soul is wounded and torn apart?
The One Who promised to never forsake nor leave,
does He see me here with bleeding heart?

Like the lonesome howling coyote, my soul does cry
in vain, it seems for peaceful relief.
And as the unfolding years go by,
will I forever be haunted with relentless grief?

Will there be answers which I will someday find?
Will my feet ever be back on the ground?
Unanswered questions riddle my weary mind,
as I feel and see the misery all around.

I was one of faith and considered strong,
but now am weak and a pitiful creature.
What I have become, I have pondered long;
and realize my need of the One True Teacher.

Once again, my howling, mournful wail cries out;
“Oh, God, my Master, hear my plea.
We need Your help, without one single doubt.
We beg for strength to set all pain free...”


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Ode to Music

A steady heartbeat thumping in my ears,
Lost in my thoughts, the world around me a blur.
No longer do I feel the pain of living, no more tears.
But, when the music's gone, horrid things start to occur.
With no beat, no voice, no bass, my world collapses.
Cold and trembling, I find it hard to breathe.
Desperate to hear melodies again, wanting to be safe.
Gone is my confidence, struggling to live, happiness lapses.
Gone is my shield to protect me from the comments of seethe;
Their words cold and cutting have me under strafe.


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Love is a Sacrifice

You have my soul, but you have your fate Whatever your words, I’m willing to take You have my word; I’ll give you my breath It’s like a chain that would never be break You are my love with all my heart, I’ll fight for you with all my might. And in the way, you admire your goals, You hold my hands, but not so close. As you go to your chosen path, I’ll accept the fact that we will be apart. In the dark side, I leave behind Within my faith, that you’ll arise Please don’t look back, coz I’m fighting still I’m hurting so much! Don’t want to have you near I accept my fate for what it does, I’m bleeding so much, do you know for whom it was? You reach your goals, as you want to have, Would you remind the man that gave what he had? As you reach the stars, and be the one Be a sun that shines its own. After the rain, the rainbow comes, Like dark in the moon, when the light flash A glimpse from you at least a short For then I knew my pain is worth.


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An Ode To My Beloved

I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...


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Sad Boy

Such a sad boy
With sparkling eyes of blue
Mournfully full of pain
For the love he once knew
Torn apart by life and love
Left to forge another way
Not knowing how to simply breathe alone
Much less go on another day

I remember a time of difference
In this sad boy with eyes of blue
The world was all his at his feet
Back then, love wasn’t something really true
Those eyes held a sparkle
A happiness and surety walking tall
With all the girls falling over him
It was always funny to watch him turn in retreat

Now life has had its evil way
Of turning his heart sour
Telling him he’ll forever be alone
STOP LISTENING TO THOSE WORDS OF GAME

You are a rare beauty
Inside and out
You are my friend
Have always been, 
I have this to smile about

But when will my sad boy find his smile
Will it be soon or maybe awhile?
All I know is I am your friend
And will be here from now 
Until the end.


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The sound of democracy falling

What was that sound? 
Who was that man in the funeral shroud? 
Who walked behind the man at the head of the crowd?

Amandla! The man’s fist was raised
Whilst the world showered him with praise

But he has passed now and he is gone
And the silence of his grave
Speaks to no-one. 

His shadow no longer lines the ground
And no trace of his legacy can be found…

A long road to freedom, a long road indeed
At the end of the road, only malice and greed.

Does no-one see, and no-one understand
That the freedom that was sought
By the blood of the distraught
Has come to this, to naught!
As only anarchy was bought…

What was that sound?
Liberation bells? 
As the father shouts and the infant yells? 

What was that sound? 
Was it a widow, crying for loss?
As her husband’s blood
Was traded for dross? 
What was that sound? 


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Solitude: To Yoda, An Ode

Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.

Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.

Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.

Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.

My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.

Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.


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W-Ode to 50 wives bred to worship the Polygamous Prophet

Strophe

The polygamist had a big house                                        
Where he chose to warehouse hundreds of girls
And women including 29 stepmothers, his father’s spouses
56 of the girls were each other’s sisters.
And 24 were under the age of seventeen.           
Some of the young wives even assisted passions
The pedophile with his sexual assaults 
Telling the girls that if they refused to please his preen
In what he dubbed the “heavenly sessions”
They would be “rejected by God’s favorite cult.

Antistrophe

Wives were both the victims of his abuse
And the accomplices subjected to a cruel
World of worship and sexual abuse
And were so indoctrinated and used cool.
Who cruelly bred them for manipulation.
Calling himself the ‘humble servant’ of God
Asking the girls to please God to atone community’s sins
Oh, the wives of the notorious polygamist’s predation
Into the twisted world of subjugation fold
With which he surrounded himself amidst the teens.

Epode

Had a wisdom tooth for his sexual gratification
Raping the young girls in his big house to make housewives
The State of Texas has a big house for lamentation
Where he will spend the rest of his life’s cloves 
Well, he will have plenty of time to repent.
And think deeply on the meaning of life
Out of the 50 wives none of the parents got relief
Where are the parents of these young girls tormented?
Does that mean all were brainwashed for strife?
So scary that pedophilia can be masked as religious belief.
.===============================================

Dr. Ram Mehta
First Place win in :
Contest: A Toothful Ode by nancy jones

** This is the English Ode, also called the Homostrophic or Horatian Ode. 
The Romantic Ode often followed the Irregular Ode's structure 
and the Homostrophic Ode's meditative quality.

Rhyme Scheme : ABABCDECDE (Ten lines)


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I Feel Sad

I feel sad
like young girls
returned from school,
with empty bellies,
Yet at the backyard
washing 'Akpu' or 'Akamu';

It pains me
like fingers hurt
between frame and wood
of a jammed door;
It offends me
like red and green leaves
falling from trees,
and littering our brown compound
Forever and indiscriminately;

It kills me
like earth worm
destroying our fat yams
in the black sands
of our farms:

The love i feel for you.


# 'AKPU' - a fermented cassava which pulp is extracted from the roughage by means of   
washing with water. Done to produce a Nigerian swallow starch food. Quite irritating 
because of the foul odor of the fermented cassava. And a work for the mothers and 
sisters.

# 'AKAMU' - A Nigerian word for fermented corn which pulp is extracted from the corn 
roughage by means of washing with water to produce a delicious starch drink. but 
production process is quite irritating too. Also a work for the mothers and sisters. 
in the black sands
of our farms


Details | Ode | |

All I Want is to be With You

All I want is to be with you.
Time beats on, but I miss you no less.
Sadness hits me hard, I want nothing but you.
Life here is so dark, you are my only light.
Forced apart, tearing me apart.
All I want is to be with you.
No smile shows while you're gone.
Only sad eyes and cold stares.
All I want is to be with you.
This life I'm living, so bleak.
In my mind, all I see is you face.
I hear only your voice, feel only your touch.
And I search for your scent.
All I want is to be with you.
Time beats on, but I miss you no less.


Details | Ode | |

Ode To The Royal Highness

In as much as one could attest 
and benumb 
So do I mysophob and blub 
For there were time when the 
sky was calm
And everything it revolved 
succumb 
And there stand a man with 
great sense of rulership
Whom people often lithe 
cheerfully amidship
Just to pay their utmost respect 
Haply a regent with much fays of 
tales to paint
Emeaba  (do and talk) by name, 
A charismatic
Man who spend all his life 
catering for homeless and 
widows
Peace  loving man Igwe your 
fiscal prudence is nonpareil in 
row
It was Thomas gray who, making 
a philosophical appraisal 
Of the dreariness around him in 
a country churchyard isle
Wonder whether any amount of 
storying an Urn
Could call back fleeing breath to 
its mansion nure 
The answer is of course no
Within me I know I lost the 
opportunity loan 
Still believe a day will land for real
While your dream lives on, cause 
your leadership
Was never by chance and shall 
remain staunch
To these townspeople is now 
strange when peer  only 
Few could see what I saw. 


Details | I do not know? | |

An Ode to Lost Love


1.

I should have listened.

Alas, I was lost in the crowd.

You may not have said that you loved me,

there was never a reason for it to be said aloud.

2.

I should have known better.

I kept pushing you away.

Your patience was tested,

till we each went,
on our own separate way.

3.

Now the years have vanished.

I am grey and older.

I may not miss you all that much,

yet each day seems colder.

4.

Time has not eased anything.

Yet I have no reasons for regret.

Days come and go as always,

but somehow I am unable to forget.

5.

So forgive me if you can.

Not an easy task given my past.

Though I may be unable to absolve myself,

the void I feel is permanent,

my loss shall forever last.


Details | Ode | |

Unbelievable

How sad it is, unbelievable but true
Yes, heroes too do die
Its true death is a reality
Since birth marks the beginning of a man
So death comes to end the existence of man

Unbelievable but true
Death is a reality though hard to accept
We say why him? We are correct to ask many questions
The simple answer is yes, heroes too do die
Yes, I know you will say not in this manner
But I tell you; heroes always go beyond our expectations
Like every other hero he was extra-ordinary in all aspects
Thus, the news of a fallen hero
How thunderous it sounds
Oh! What a great lost to our nation and future generations
We now live in total regrets and desolation
For one we once loved so much is no more
To this end, we say to God be the Glory.
Daddy, may your peaceful and gentle soul Rest in Perfect Peace. 


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Second Strike

Reminiscing the threshold in infinity,
I seek the dimension of our curiosity,
Invisible threads then form,
In the making of an invincible bridge in that storm...
Haziness, vivid and incomplete bliss,
Where threesome snake of love nastily hisses,
On the golden neck, I plant those kisses,
Where the heartbeats from the niche hitches...

Nights of dipped melancholy,
Pens won't turn impeccably,
Hallucinations of holding fingers steadily,
Waking up from this dream and facing the reality...

I I

Timid and broken wings,
The feeble pegion smiles and sings,
The pain in ankle continues to sting,
From beak, falls an abandoned ring,
Which the pegion shoves,
When my soul floats in the dead pegion,
Beak breaks to smile and and looks at the flying dove!


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Purity In A Sad World



I

At the innocent age of sixteen I was sinless,
Pure as driven white snow and totally trusting;
And I fell in love, oh, it was more than fondness,
This was true love, my soul and heart was yearning;
I was smitten, besotted, how I longed for his soft caress,
We would walk hand in hand with such wide-eyed innocence;
So clean and fresh, unworldly, inexperienced and so full of purity,
Our world was small but our endless, devoted love was so immense,
Naïve, gullible and demure, how I blushed pink when he said I was pretty.

II

I waited for him breathless at my home,
On his motorcycle we would fly unguarded;
We liked to find little country towns to roam,
O, I adored him and I was fascinated, infatuated;
We drove the motorcycle on beaches through foam,
I dreamt at night that this true love would be my groom;
The days, weeks and years have passed since this pure love,
He was not my groom, he did not age one day, he dwells above,
I still hold this childhood love so dear and often go to visit his tomb.

______________________________
May 6, 2015


For the contest, When Love Was Innocent, sponsor, Justin Bordner

Honorable Mention


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Bingo Ode to a Nursing Home

I thought I'd seen it all before
What else could life now have in store
She called the game at half past three
The patients stared
Some stared at me
Cards were laid out nice and neat
All waited for the late day treat
The caller let the numbers flow
Her pace, of course, was very slow
Finally a hand went up
A quarter in the winner's cup


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The Dime

There was once upon a time, 
Unexpectedly, a very small dime. 
He did not do much of anything,
Apart from gazing. 
He just stared longingly at the sky, 
Counting the clouds that drifted by. 

Dear old Dime, not very bright,
He did not shine, not a ray of light. 
Dark and rusty, 
Old and dirty.
Everyone did not care, 
Though they could use him and buy a bear. 

They did not want to touch, 
This old thing of such. 
They did not want to feel. 
That sick disgusting bill. 
He was old, rusty and dim,
But he hated the way man treated him.


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ABOVE AND BEYOND

Whenever tears roll down
somebody's face,
and whether it brings joy, reward or pain:
it matters to someone
whose life, somehow, has broken him down,
or has lifted him up through grace;
it matters when one rejoices,
and sees in victory
what his bewildered eyes
couldn't ever have imagined it to be...

He chose  the path to glory
without harboring suspicions,
or being frightened by unseen woes
and hard-and fast rules;  
he made swift choices    
and built up his courage from nothing;
and what his fearless mind couldn't perceive,
wasn't so impossible to dream,
but surely achieved
through grit and indisputable duty...

Whatever that solemn oath
relied on a certain promise, he never lost heart,
because his valor never seemed to lessen a bit;
and he was taken above and beyond his fears
by not foreseeing any disheartening defeat:
confidence had given his untiring feet a steady beat...

It matters to someone to be recognized,
and cherish that moment of gladness:
perhaps the only moment to be remembered
and be locked away in his past;
a brave soldier at his best,
never settling for anything less,
always going above and beyond his expectations,
to honor and safeguard the Country that he loves...

                     
                               





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Desperation

What is life all about,
When I am left without.

Everything that is around,
Just seems to surround.

I try to run away,
But i always lose my way.

I try to move on,
But I keep slowing down.

I will soon go under,
Hope I will be pulled asunder.


Details | Free verse | |

Ode to H.W. Longfellow

  
		
In his chest, his heart to bare.
All the pain and sorrow there.
   
Fire! Fire!  Everywhere!
Screaming! Crying! In despair.
   
Vailiantly dashing the flames he chased.
The fire melting his loves life, cotton and lace.
            
Scars to hide, upon his face. 
Still Henrys quill went on to trace
.            
"The Cross of Snow", a sweet sweet lay.
Of the wife he lost on that sad day. 
            
His thoughts of Fanny would harken him.
And is now at rest, with his mighty pen.......
 
 
 
 
 
 


Details | Ode | |

Dear Sweet Queen of Vanity

I write this letter to bid you a final farewell.
and I truly hope it finds you well and fair.
You see I’ve based my life upon your 
being,
and every vain symbol and element you 
bare.

But now the time has come to cut you 
loose,
and sever this bond you and I have 
created.
I wish to live my life not based upon looks;
nor this persona of beauty you have 
delegated.

I know it won’t take very long to replace 
me –
For others like me you will certainly 
convene.
Who will rally in pride and assemble in 
deceit,
all in the name of Sweet Vanity their 
Queen.

They will bow their heads, proclaim their 
trust,
in you, my Sweet Queen and irrefutably 
follow.
Bidding well to their pride, masked in 
conceit – 
Your pill of selfishness they’ll surely 
swallow.

But as for you and I, we will no longer exist 
– 
in an egotistic relationship, shallow and 
bleak.
I must move on and proclaim my lost 
throne, 
of the missing girl now superficial and 
weak.

You see I’ve lived the hell and know too 
well,
the curse you have upon the weak and 
weary.
My beauty lies within, and not what is 
seen – 	
Goodbye my Sweet Queen of Vanities 
dreary.


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Ode to Mastic

I walk down Mastic Road
And look into the open yards
Where grass grows
Taller than houses.
Flowers hang down
From branches of decrepit trees,
Singing off key praises
To the grimy streets
Where children pass
In sync
With heroin junkies.

Time can be devastating,
And ugly things have a way
Of getting uglier.

Boarded windows
Outnumber houses.
Down at the end
Of Cranberry Drive,
The low tide stinks
Of high manure
And the beady eyes
Of violent crack heads
Scare away the sane.

The annual town fair
Has given up on St. Jude's church.
There are no Indians
At the Indian Reservation.
Teenagers walk through old trails
And graveyards
With 40oz. beers.
They stumble and laugh
As if William Floyd's estate
Were nothing but weary shadows
Waiting to be violated.

What has happened to this town?
How long will it stand
Corruption,
Disorder,
And guilty association?

Where there are weaknesses,
There are vulnerabilities,
Open to suggestion,
Open to attack,
And we are failing.


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My promise to you JCO

There are moments I still wonder why. 
Question everything I gave, and every action
I blamed myself for you not wanting to try
But came to realize you never gave a fraction.

I bled my heart out for you
Cut even when the scar would heal
The wound in love was cruel
Hope in selfishness you chose to steal

You found me in a thousand bits
Picking them up one at time 
Instead of glue it was a temporary fix 
To make the shattering affect more define

Now that the tears have all fallen
I promise you only of this
Your face I will have forgotten
But mine will haunt your every first kiss


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Sleep

Sleep, sleep
Sleep
sleep.
Sleep till another day
Sleep
For another sunny god
Sleep sleep sleep
Find your own peace
Your black midget maid
Had disappeared
Your sandwich is on
Its way
The dirty blood
Was washed away
They brushed your hair
Sleep sleep
For the love of god
For the mother mary love
Sleep
They already put a spell
Sleep
Sleep
The holy sky 
Will save your heart
So please try to sleep
Sleep...


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feelings

i thought you new me 
i thought we were on the same page
what happen you gonna block me out  for ever
how can you do that

i guess you didnt mean what you said
you wanted to start over
your not beliving anything i say
because of your friend
why us why now

what changed fromm yesterday 
i want to no 
you posting false things about me
you trying get me mad
and its working

i just wanna screm 
i wanna yell
i wanna cry
i wanna let out all my emotions

but its crazy i never felt this way before
i dont like this feeling 
its werid its acward

HELP ME
HELP ME

what is there to do
what is there to say
what is there 
what is there to think

i don`t know 
i can`t say
but i can pray '

i hope you get what you deserve cause God is watching 
everything you do just saying


Details | I do not know? | |

Ode to a windswept child

16.12.08

Proud windswept child
How shall I not
Look onto thee with fright?
- The Lord has spoken,
Loud and clear -
His will men cannot fight.

The Lord has spoken,
Yes - He said -
"As Sarah thou shall be -
The mother of six millions,
Those perished and decieved."

The Lord had mercy over me -
He sent His Angels forth,
Those strong-winged guardians
With their hard,
Never failing support.

Until the end comes
I shall fear
To speak about their names:

Of Hunger,

Pain,

Of Terror,

Grief,

And of their brother -

Shame.

Oh windswept child,
Thou need not say
What Lord has given thee -
The might of all Jerusalem,
The freedom of the sea...
And blissfully He lets you stand
Before my tearless eyes -
He gives you sheer naivety,
A will to be surprised.

So easily He lets you think
All power is now yours -
But lessons history shall teach
Will show that you were wrong...


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Family Members Gone

Sadness, loneliness and grief,
As I still live in disbelief, 
Both of them are gone,
Under the church lawn,
Gone under the soil,
And leaves me in turmoil,
My aunt and my cousin, both dead,
Laying in a casket resting their head,
I love them both, not because their family,
But because making me happy is their specialty,
They were taken by Him, it was too soon,
But that's what He wanted, He plays by His own tune,
They will be missed by many,
No one can replace them, u can’t find any,
I cry for them both, my tears will flow,
Not afraid to hide them, I make them show,
Will I ever see them again?,
If not my heart won't mend,
But I'll remember their both happy in heaven,
Just losing those two makes me feel like it was 9/11......


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Prayer To My Self

Walking away might be the most hardest things for a man to do, you cant even imagine what that feeling can do to you. Falling flat on your face would be better than to look shameful, even walking around naked around the streets would be cool. But like any story in life goes, there is always that one person that will help you get back on your feet and walk again. No matter how much you fall, no matter how much you stumble upon a struggle, that person will be there with you till the end. Give love and thanks to this person who never leaves your side and helps you put a smile on your face everyday. When the day comes to an end and you know that the person has to go, all you can wish is for your special person to stay. Mine has walked away on me, I was so blind that i couldn't see. She wanted everything for her self, for me to change and be what she wanted me to be, but i had to let her go and never see this person again, cause it would only be worse in the end. Writing this is more painful than getting your body tattooed, writing this is more painful than getting over screwed. Writing this is more painful than words, writing this is more painful than razor sharp swords. No matter how much you try to let it out it just wouldn't come out, the pain is way to deep and its almost like its tattooed on your bodies gout. haven't i been hurt enough in this world, i just don't understand why i am being treated like this, is it cause i am better than you and have nothing to look forward too but my blue and black handkerchief? The cut was way to deep my dear, you just cant imagine, i have been cut and bruised for the last time, i can promise you that. No one will ever touch this body or hurt this soul ever again, if you wish to try so, go ahead and check it, but before that go ahead and get yourself a casket.