The cutter flips and cuts
Like a butcher does he slices
But full of mercy he does
Not like the other cutter
Who tears with mercy far away
The knife a repair it does
Not one which kills and tears
Or flays with all his might
The other cutter stifles
Another wants to give
No part beyond his reach
For years he prides in it
To change and repair he loves
From the other no repair can come
For mercy is far away
A surgeon he is called
His craft a task indeed
A thousand times he bleeds
His gloves are ever red
A sign that work is done
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