The Blade Cuts Both Ways
No cut can be made from a rusty blade.
No blade can sever a noble endeavor.
No great divide from a loss of pride,
Your character shines forever and ever.
No peace of mind with an axe to grind.
No one to blame for personal shame.
No place to turn for a failure to learn,
History echoes and calls out your name.
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