you are the blacksmithnyou bendnyour metal and firenhow could younmake a blade that cuts sondeep?nnand when the blamingnfingers pointnyou'll say itnwasn't the blade,nbut the man whondrove it through thatnheartnnyour brother'snherenthey'll hang him highnclosenyour eyesnhow could this havenbecome?nIt won't be longncall tonjesus.nwill he help to drag himndown?nat all?nnlike the surgeonnyou will cut them opennwithout anthought of humanity at allnI'llnsay you are brutalnand you don’tnknow what harm you could havendonento your fellow mannhe's notnlooking well