I have defeated this earthworm with my words. Imagine what I would have done with my fire breathing fists.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I put a lot of fire in my punches.
I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
I had to fight all my life to survive. They were all against me... but I beat the bastards and left them in the ditch.
I would be a traitor to these poor burned bodies if I came here to talk good fellowship.
I can't dream about immortal fireflies, but I can fight for human freedom.
I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession.
I would not kill my enemies, but I will make them get down on their knees. I will, I can, I must.
I would go to war with words, not weapons. I would die talking before I lifted a weapon.
At school, I'd refuse to take part in biology lessons when animals were being dissected. One time, the teacher announced that we would be gassing worms. So I ran around the room, gathered up all the worms and set them free in the fields. I just loved animals and couldn't bear the thought of them suffering.
I fought fire with oil.