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Ancestors,
It is not my enemy's that hold a blade to my neck
it is indeed my comrades who pose a threat.
I myself shall not forget
a close friend is a danger,
for he has no true debt.
Protect me from the hands
of those I love,
for my eyes rest on the enemies
I have made.
The vengeance of the enemy
is dwarfed beside
my comrades shade.
I surely can take care of my enemy's blade,
but can I truly endure the wrath
of my friend.
Shattered like glass you'll see my love,
it will fall in pieces from above.
Wounding and penetrating the sacred dove
it is my comrades who pose a threat
it is this I will not forget.
