...to weild(sp?) against my enemies, both great and small. A stick to beat, to smash, to thrash, to cull and break them all.
Well carry on into the fight, the blood flows freely, no end in sight....
As I pummel and shred with hopes of the dead, stepping over the fallen in the heat of battle, amidst the chaos of breaking bones, I hear the stick cry out..."Why must I be used in this horrible way?!, A whisper speaks louder than a shout!".
I carved a stick .....
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