Weed, cut it down, like a sickle reaping wheat awns.
Kill, strike, and sever all ties with life.
The wielder, the one who holds the blade.
Cut away restraints, shatter shackles, pierce sharp edges, and cleave through frenzy.
As the saying goes: “Without virtue, a human becomes a demon; with a kind heart, even a monster can be divine. Since ancient times, the victor decides who is righteous or wicked; others decide what is just or unjust.”
