At each of his blows, it screamed. But every time, he ignored its cry for mercy. Perhaps, his ears were incapable of hearing such painful yelps. He continued to strike devotedly. He would not want it to become something other than his choice. When he was done with hitting, he started with some other means of inflicting pain. Unmindful of its suffering and begging for pity, he went on. After many, many days, he rested his hands. Now, thousands throng everyday to view it with awe. Now, it proudly celebrates its maker’s passion as well as his lack of compassion.
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