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This is my axe. There are many like it but this one is mine. My axe is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my axe is useless. Without my axe I am useless. I must play my axe true. I must play better than my enemy, who is trying to outdo me. I must play louder than him before he does it to me. I will. Before God I swear this creed: my axe and myself are defenders of my country, we are the masters of our enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace under music. Amen.
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