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wheat beneath a scythe And through our limbs may be weary of ripping, slashing, cleaving blows We face an endless host of foes How heavy this axe

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his lyrical axe with arrows in his back The Crying Freeman Lord, had the fist of the North Star The War God, swung his sword hard In parks, lobbies and

lyrical axe with arrows in his back The Crying Freeman Lord, had the fist of the North Star The War God, swung his sword hard In parks, lobbies and school