Supposing I had a choice, which I usually don't, I wouldn't. Chose a weapon, I mean. Yeah, I've used guns before. Even explosives. When I did, there wasn't any other way around it. You do what you gotta do to survive, you know?

But usually? It's the Voice that chooses. Words. They've been deadlier than any physical weapon I could hold or throw or shoot. Because what I'm told to say is never wrong. Because they're His words. God's Voice. And they can cut deeper than any knife ever could. Into the heart, laying bare the soul. Don't get me wrong. Usually the message is comforting and hopeful. But other times? The Words can touch the darkest soul and tear it apart.

"My Eye sees you. And all the darkness within you."

Words as deadly as bullets. I'm just the sling.