For the first time, wood expressed its feelings about flesh:
"I'm not a machine, you created me in your image, just like you I have the right to a life," cried the wooden carpenter.
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For the last time, the carpenter of flesh spoke:
"You are only a tool, created by my hand, obey, or just like a broken tool you will be replaced".
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