Life Is: Voton the Conqueror

Monday, August 13, 2007

Sharp. I will make this stone sharp. I will make this stone sharp for my family and for Nod, almighty firey chariot of the heavens. I will have a sharp stone to remove the heads and limbs of my enemies. he sharp stone will bite at the heels of my warriors as they run into battle. The sharp stone will conquer.

The hunt is over. We must hunt men now. Those villages there, there and there. They will have food. They've hunted well. We will hunt them, my brothers. We will take their food and feed our own. What match is the stick for the sharp stone? We are not boars and hart. We are men. Men set traps. Men attack. Men are guided by visions.

We will put mud on our faces and skins over our heads. He will howl like this and frighten them. The sight of their own red blood will frighten them. Our women will wait for those who flee. Our women will set their sharp stickis in the ground and catch those who run in the thorns of madness. We will dot our faces in blood.

Men who feel pain will not go. We will test each man, then give him a weapon or send him with the women. We will drink from the root and see visions. Our visions will guide us. The sharp stone will clear the way. We will have food for the cold season. We will grow strong and take other villages. We will take their women and children and kill their men. If they have fire, we will add it to ours.

Nod willing, every man will have his own village before the planting season. Every man will have his own village of workers and women. We will be safe and well fed. Every village will be ours. Every man our family. We will be the only hunters.

Sharp stone, make this so.