The hatred in my heart is so deep that it is hard to write a book, and a scroll can wipe out all the people in troubled times.
I hate that the Buddha, the chief culprit, will not atone for my sins, but my flag and sword will rectify my sins.
The road of asceticism is bumpy and cross-border, and the dust, wind and slow fire are frying the lifespan.
The evil spirit has smeared the blue sky, and the bloody sword in my chest is holding me up.
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