Aqalyre: Sticks and Stones
Sticks and stones
Will break my bones,
But scoffs and scorns
Won’t make me mourn.
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Iron and steel,
Their wounds won’t heal.
Ignore vicious mocking.
Let me do the talking.
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Sticks and stones.
Tree branches spiked with thorns.
This weapon has been magically enhanced.
Made a Shillelagh from a Quarterstaff.
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Iron and steel,
They profanely claim it’s unnatural.
Pride of Dwarves and smiths,
Those Druids earned a death sentence.
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Sticks and Stones.
I sneak into their forest homes.
I steal them out from their treetop beds,
Leave them impaled upon the branches.
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Iron and steel.
Loud metal music makes them kneel.
Hands over their heads shaking with fear,
That’ll show them to respect metal gear.
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Sticks and stones.
With slings and pebbles to knock me prone.
I dash past their front lines
Up to the stone-slingers’ row.
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Iron and steel.
Prepare yourself for the pain you’ll feel.
I threaten to feed them to the birds.
Before I can, they drop dead at my words.
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Sticks and stones,
A volley of them they've thrown.
Open wounds.
I’m sure to die if I don’t leave soon.
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Iron and steel.
I take a hostage but I don’t reveal
That it’s just a corpse, already dead.
So gullible, they believe my threat.
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Sticks and stones
Will break my bones,
But words will never hurt me.
Wait, is that what you believe?
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Scoffs and scorns,
And spikes and horns.
Words rend bone and flesh.
You should fear eloquence.
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Iron and steel,
What a sultry meal.
Barely suitable
As weapon material.
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Sticks and stones,
Leave them at home.
If you want to fight,
Don’t bring a knife.
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Scoffs and scorns
Are carnage’s door.
When I let my tongue loose,
You’re infernally consumed.
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Iron and steel,
Armor and shield.
Nothing can protect
From a tongue’s sharp edge.
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Sticks and stones
Are weapons of war,
But words alone,
Overpower a kingdom.
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Scoffs and scorns,
Not pikes or swords,
Lay waste to armies,
End sieges and famines.
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Iron and steel,
A coat of arms reveals
That this dwarven clan
Descends from Moradin.
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Sticks and stones
Hurt less than being alone.
I’m blind to bruises
But not to insults.
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Scoffs and scorns,
Their screams are what I adore.
My barbs extend from my skin
And stops their heart as they impale them.
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Iron and steel
Compared to my hypodermic needles
Lacks my piercing power and thrust.
So why is it I don’t have your trust?