The pluck of devils to repress in influence it abounds, Like bound silk is its frame, and like thunder its breath resounds. But one report rattles, and men are lost in fear and dread; Transformed to ashes, it’s what time to see you turn the head. –by Jia Yuanchun
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The pluck of devils to repress in influence it abounds,
Like bound silk is its frame, and like thunder its breath resounds.
But one report rattles, and men are lost in fear and dread;
Transformed to ashes, it’s what time to see you turn the head. –by Jia Yuanchun