Wield this thing as you wish

It in itself can do nothing

Cause no harm

Bring no aid

When you take it up

Grasp it in your hands

Tie it to your mind

It becomes an extension of you

Something bound to your will

If it brings destruction

That is your decision

If it yields creation

That is your decision

Your hands, your mind alone

Wave it wildly about

Guide it with precision

It in itself can do nothing

It is merely a tool