BLACKSMITH
Forged in Fear: Jordanisdead's Struggle for Identity
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Blacksmith, you mold me
Blacksmith, you shape and influence me
Weaponize, control me
You turn me into a weapon and exert control over me
Torch me to distortion, and you morphing my proportions
You subject me to intense heat, causing distortion, and alter my appearance
You robbed me of death, immortalize my corpses
You prevent my death, preserving my existence in a seemingly immortal state
Can't afford your fortune
I cannot attain your wealth or success
I'm subject to my warden
I am under the control of my captor or guardian
Blacksmith, you wrought me
You created or shaped me
Cauterize the flesh that's rotting
You burn and seal my decaying flesh
Changing my reflection to an image that is haunting
You alter how I see myself, making my reflection disturbing
Why would i live life if death is what im destined?
Questioning the purpose of living if death is inevitable
I'm just a scrap of metal that you formed into a weapon
I am a mere piece of metal transformed into a weapon
I been trying to see myself as anything less than a tool
Struggling to view myself as more than a tool
A vehicle inside your story, a memory or ghoul
I am a vessel in someone else's narrative, a memory, or a ghost
I want to be special, like superheroes who are bravest
Desiring uniqueness like courageous superheroes
I want to be special, i want to be somebody's favorite
Yearning to be special and someone's favorite
My story isn't yours to write, my image isn't yours to like
Asserting individuality and autonomy over one's narrative and image
I've been misshaped i wonder if there's maybe more to life
Feeling deformed, questioning the meaning of life
I dreamed of flight not plight, i saw my hope destroyed
Dreaming of joy instead of hardship, witnessing hope being crushed
I wanna sing, though i bear a broken voice
Expressing a desire to sing despite having a broken voice
Mourning the child i was
Mourning the innocence or past self before the influence of the "Blacksmith"
Mourning the child i was
-Mourning the child i was
-Mourning the child i was
-Mourning the child i was
-Mourning the child i was
-Before you
-I escaped the cage, i found myself in others
Escaping confinement, discovering identity in others
I listen to the sage, "we're not born to suffer"
Listening to wisdom, questioning the purpose of suffering
Embers rising in attempts to meet the astra
Symbolic reference to a celestial event, aiming for greatness
I asked him if my flame will matter through disaster
Seeking validation for one's impact, especially in difficult times
He told me, "if you let it; the weather could kill it"
Advice on protecting one's passion from external factors
Or your flame could ignite the fire that warms the village
The potential positive impact of nurturing one's passion
If you protect it, if your flame is doused you're consumed in darkness
Warning about the consequences of neglecting one's passion
Your flame is not your worth, it's a promise
Clarifying that one's value isn't solely defined by their passion
And ever since then i've wondered who has stronger
Contemplating the influence of wisdom versus fear (blacksmith)
Influence, the sage or the blacksmith fearmonger
Reflecting on the struggle between external pressures
I been torn between the forceful deformity of a mask
Torn between conforming to societal expectations and personal growth
Or freedom and growth that requires strength i may not have
Fearing the challenge of growth that may require strength
I'm scared that i cannot be what the sage has envisioned
Fearful of not meeting the expectations set by wisdom
I know it's wrong but i feel safe in the blacksmith prison
Feeling safe in conformity despite knowing it's limiting
Maybe i will crumble before i have to make the choice
Fearful of crumbling under the pressure of decision-making
But now my lungs are crushed, it's too late to save my voice
Expressing regret or realization of a missed opportunity
Mourning the child i was
Continued mourning of the loss of innocence or the past self
Mourning the child i was
-Mourning the child i was
-Mourning the child i was
-Mourning the child i was
-Mourning the child i was
-Before you
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