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"If I tell you a story of woe will you finally leave me?" I said to the child on front of me.

"I will sir."

"Good now sit down and listen and make sure to shut that gob of yours." I said with a wild look in my eyes. Soon as ever he sat down and shut up.

"In a far off land of many a true warrior had died protecting it's green isle." I said gazing off into space. "For these men cannot for their life stop brawling and drinking for a single noon. So while these drunkards fight amongst themselves thier cousins to their east cast glances to thier west." I said with conviction.

"Though soon those glances would turn to rifle fire." I said staring off onto space. "After those shots were fired a full war did engage. After a long bloody fighting did it end with them conquered." I said my voice filling with rage. "Though never did their culture fade yet it grew. So peacefully did they go along with thier cousins. But before long blood would boil over and a another war would engage."

"Though this was no simple war fought with soldiers of profession, no it was a bloody civil war." I said with a tint of hate rising in my voice. "So during this bloody conflict did brother and family turn against them very selves. Though to no avail did our little rebellion acomplish anything except a bloodshed."

"So son will you leave me alone to my sorrows?" I said looking at the boy.

"Yes sir, but I have a question for you."

"Spit it out lad."

"Is the rebellion why you are so bitter?"

I gave the small boy a death glare then I softened my gaze and said,"Yes lad, that's why I haven't set a foot off this blessed and cursed isle since." I said sadly. "Now leave boy."

(Sorry for this abrupt passage of writing it's just a little conquest of writing I wanted to try my fancy at. Well leave any and all suggestions or leave a angry feed. I would epically love it if someone to tell me to kill myself. Well of anyone wants to try thier fancy at saying that just for your information I'm simply a figment if your and my imagination. So good day and fair well my fair lunatics of the asylum.)

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