Brutus
My name is Brutus, and it weighs heavy I can feel the anger burning inside me The rage is fire slowly consuming me but it keeps me alive, warming my body It fuels me, i feel the power coursing through my cursed veins Through the flames, I can barely feel the weight if my name a name unused I carry my name and I carry it alone, its a well fitting suit that I can't take off. As the fire consumes, it will burn through the name I dont want, soon I will become Brutus.
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