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I have 24 keys but cannot open any locks. Sometimes loud sometimes soft
I can speak with my hard metal tongue. But I cannot breathe for I have no lung
I'm an old relative who's hand's can't hold anything and eyes canβt see anything
I can be red blue purple and green. No one can reach me not even the queen.
I cut through evil like a double edged sword and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise through battles fought with heart and mind instead of with my gaze.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.