I have an enemy, who is,
straightforward, tense,
I live worrying from
My tongue's boldness.
Its razors are very sharp,
Causes me much troubles.
From its sharp razors,
Would shiver my knees,
.
I fear lest this sharp sword
Might go off from its holster.
The stones it picked as truth
Wouldn't break my head ever?
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