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It can pierce the best armor and make swords crumble with a rub, yet for all its power It can't harm a wooden club.
It is more feared than fear itself, And no one can escape it. It takes no sides and does not judge, it does not know to hold a grudge. It is the most clearest result, Of how life beats you by default.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
It is greater than God and more evil than the devil. The poor have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it you'll die.
Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?