I take my face off the floor and what happenns. Surronded by the enenmy there is no hope in this battle. They are as numerous as grains of sand. I cry out to the name of my God and he hands me a sword. If I stay where I am I will fall if I stand I will fall so I hit my face sword in hand. The postion of a warrior is not standing but on his face.
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