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Walk on the living, they donβt even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble
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.
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find.
Blend a teapot shot so the pearlies wonβt rot!
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?