The evil, the wise, the sword.
McPen Inpochchi.
Sodaji Kambu

And with a sword and a sword, and with no light,
Exorcising the Four Daunts, and sending down the evil.

Man is in vain, and is seized by magic.
It's an arrow out of your heart.

And in your dream, the wise man, he is a happy man,
Who's turned away and who's pushed into decay?
The way of prosperity and loss, the way in which the world passed,
If you can get in, who wants to go down?

Hell burned and so on, and so on.
If there's a manufacturer, who doesn't?

The Shaitan is hidden in darkness, with five marks,
In the heavens and in the earth, they are forced into slavery.

The truth, as it is, is not known.
No conspiring to destroy the trick.

And drag down the valley slowly, and scorn him,
Stingy can turn away and burn him,
Jealous of him who destroys himself, arrogant and greedy,
Angry and jealousy, magic.

I've lost my heart.
Why don't you see?

Knowing that this second was not with such an enemy,
And those who are swayed and foolish, and the light driveeth dark.

And holdeth the Sword of Light and the Seared Five Hands,
Deep into the Big Demon's Cave.

The nearness, the sleep,
Unpredictable, given, and so forth.

And whosoever has no means and no heart,
And no doubt of what it is that it is from the knowledge.

Whosoever desires nothing, and is among those who are ruthless,
The dust can be broken down, the dust can be sorted.
Away from self-absorption, like water.

The heart is full of nature.
He has no place to live, no place to live,
Can't see with five eyes. Who can love each other?

If there are many points, one is not greedy.
Besides, there's no greed. Why be greedy?

and see those who are greedy, who are real or not,
If there is, there is no greedy.

So he did not desire it, but it was not before,
I don't know what to do.

And those who are greedy, and those who are greedy, will be destroyed by the brakes,
It's like lightning.

If it's like a twilight, it's all over.
It's all based on this reasoning.

If there is a situation, there will be no truth.
From him, what is it?

We're not the ones who have nothing to lose.
So there is no truth, and I am empty.

If it is a victory, it must not be empty.
Woe befell them, and evil befalls them.

There's no way to fix it.
It's not self-serving, it's true.

In the end, there was a great deal of greed.
Greed is not to be corrupt, it is to be bitter.

Thirty-six is not clean, it's different.
Why touch each other?

There's an infestation in a bloody lake.
If one should be greedy, it should be.

If it is not pure, it is deceived by greed,
There's nothing to be trusted in the mud.

Any time you break the law, you see no merit,
In many places, because of this,
Not only is he not greedy, but he looks like a septic tank.
Why are you so greedy?

and that it shall not be blessed, and that it may be set aside,
It's a hundred thousand lily.
From it is the substance, the possession,
Why can't we just give it up?

And man is made to wonder, and doth not have control.
Woo-hoo-hoo!

And when I was born,
Looks like you're trying to raise yourself.

If it is mercy, if it is in control,
Indeed, they will never give up, and will live and die.

All the people of the world are like me.
♪ By the demented turning away, wooing at my mother. ♪

For a long time, the love of death will be saved,
Now that we meet, we scold each other.
And the madman spreads his heart, and so forth,
She's always in her heart.

# I've had a long time #
Who has mercy on the wise?

So it is not for the creatures, but not for the people,
Reactions are most loving, like mother to son.

I'm supposed to keep it.
If I hate each other, who's to blame?

The wealth of others has never been taken from me.
I can't do anything about it.

It's all different.
Why am I so cynical?

And those who are kept under slow guidance, and blessed is the best of all.
And the other is mercy.

And those who go beyond it, how powerful they are,
Why do you be sarcastic, then?

In the world are many, the wicked, the righteous.
And whosoever maketh evil, he is jealous of himself.

So he was rich, but not jealous.
As long as the treasure is poor, joy will follow.

If I think of what I did, I will beat the rest.
I wasn't born in the past.

And We did so, and so did they.
Who can hide it from me?

And the hearts of the people continue, and We see not.
How can you conclude that there is no one better?

I am arrogant, and I worry about the people,
As the waves drift, the wheels of life and death return to the sea.

And it is a good character, and it is so sudden,
But there is a way. Why am I slowing down?

Man is like sesame fumes,
What can I do for you?

Caste is rich and so on.
The invincible, the worst of us.

There's no such thing as equality.
More than to be proud of me, and how proud to blame.

Rejoicing in a few things,
Why don't you just stay in my heart?

And if there is no slowness, then We shall win.
So slow, who's worse than me?

Without me, and with certainty,
How can I be slow?

And among the lowest of those who know,
As a gentle horse, to the guard.

And if it is well observed, it is settled,
Numerical exercises have taken place, and they have become uncompromising.

and return to the city empty and by their own people.
And is not pleased, as if it were false.

Wen-Shu-Hei-Yi, a curse on the lights,
And when it is clear to your heart, burn down the barrier.

Wen Zhu has the courage and the courage to make the sword.
And strike the five hallucinogens, and I grieve with them.
Then he shall not be raised again, nor shall there be any after him.
In truth, if by force,
If the tripod is destroyed, and the angel is destroyed,
And if it burnth not seed, and destroyth the hidden.
If the oil goes out, the dead devil dies.

Then We destroyed the four, and the mighty lion marched,
It's always fearless.
Smuggle the gates, the luminous light.

The Word is clear, and prays to the creatures,
Overcoming the Four Demons, the Scribbles.

This joint effort was written at the beginning of October by Makpennan Bagava. May all thebrands of the empty space, the beautiful gardens of yellow flowers, with an infinity of solemn adornment, accompanied by an interlocking of faults. Good luck!

It's translated by the Peacocks on the forestside. Miyagi.
6 October 2024