I t is sharpened that it may make a slaughter, polished that it may flash and glitter like lightning! Shall we then rejoice and make mirth ? But the rod or scepter of My son rejects and views with contempt every tree!
Waxaa loo afeeyey inay aad wax u layso, oo waxaa loo safeeyey inay sida hillaac u dhalaasho. Haddaba miyaynu rayraynaa? Usha wiilkaygu waxay quudhsataa geed kasta.
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