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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.
I have a name written on me, but it isnโt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
Walk on the living, they donโt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
You can see it everyday, but cannot touch it at will. What is it?
I come without being fetched at night hides away as soon as daylight strikes. Although I may look small I am much mightier than what you can imagine.
The profession of Jimi Hendrix and Eric Clapton