Flaming sword

My mind is always full, not to rest, this sword of mine is always ready to fight. My heart beats like it's about to burst I'm trapped in a phobia for the future. Even though I want to fight it I'm still trapped. I can't go there, where the soulless people are. Fire can consume what it was born for, but not me.

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