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What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies wonβt rot!
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.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?