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迷途篇 Going Astray
So tired that even nose tip is convulsive.
With tighter bridle,
shivery skin and fur,
legs and feet are trembled.
Flies hover around
and sting the physical carrion.
The center of millstone
only seeps a little bit of bean juice.
You are not aware of
what the problem of master is with.
And then whip
falls down one by one
without any compassion.
Never cast off
the identity:
Slave! Slave!
“Unless your righteousness surpasses that of the Pharisees and the teachers of the law, you will
certainly not enter the kingdom of heaven.”
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