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A man With anger Cut a forest down To make arrows And a mountain To make a bow And the man Shot arrows Only to the sky As his target Was the man No one knows He shot every arrow And each one came down Pointless and broke He was angry at god As to him He spoke not He threw rocks Fast with smoke It came down as dust To choke He asked for a fight God gave him one With time It was long It was slow The man then knew The man No one knows