The point,
To appoint,
Brandishing of a sword! !
With your word,
And to go away.
To disappear!
Be gone;
Not to judge each other.
Roarer!
Fierer,
Torrent,
Shaft! !
Guiltless,
Hinge,
With the act,
With the muse of your name! !
Trying to overcome your sins,
In the land,
With the virtue of beneficence.
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