7171. LITTLE USE

LITTLE USE

They have taken my knives and tied me up. Of

little use am I. They have looked at my face

and accused. Of little use am I. They have

hit me hard and slammed that face against this 

wall. Of little use am I. They am broken my teeth

and snapped my index fingers. Of little use am I.

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How I ever got to this fix I am in I cannot really

remember. it was a long time ago. I was coursing

to the Holy Land to fight for my King, and for

Jesus, and to reclaim what I was told was mine.

We moved along for months  -  at a steadfast and

earnest pace : all these needs of food and help,

all these animals in all that space. Then we fought.

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I was captured and some others started yelling; about

retribution and another God entire. They tied me up and

cracked my head. They beat me harshly and left me for

dead. Then, as they collected me I remembered I'd turned

fourteen. I again began to cry. Of little use am I.