What’s my purpose

“There comes a time, my son… when the fire inside you is no longer warmth, but wildfire.

You were not born to be tamed by peace, nor bent by the will of lesser men.

They will praise your strength while fearing the price of it.

They will celebrate your mask, but never your soul.

And in that silence, you will question…

‘Is this the path I chose, or the cage I accepted?’

You are no villain.

But you were never meant to bow either.”

I’m a weapon with a name, not a choice, not a path

Just a mask made of scars from the aftermath

Every cheer, every toast, every fake-ass round

Just distracts from the beast screamin’ underground

I ain’t livin’—I’m performin’, on a leash, on a loop

Told to be the hero, but I’m feelin’ like the troop

That got left in the dark, like Shin on the line

Killin’ ghosts for a war that was never mine

Raiden in the mirror, wires twitchin’ from the guilt

Told to be a savior while my innocence got killed

And I’m punchin’ walls tryin’ to silence my own thoughts

But they echo like shots ricochetin’ off the rot

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I’m a gladiator without a gate

Trained for blood, but they locked my fate

I dance for the crowd, wear a smile for the screen

But I rot like Todd in a Lazarus dream

I ain’t what I want, I’m what they made me be

A savage, a shadow, a casualty

How do I breathe when the war ain’t mine?

A dog of violence left to mime

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All these suits clappin’—“good job, champ”

While my soul’s in a cage and my will’s been clamped

Like Gabiemaru, I was raised to kill clean

No dreams, just orders, no heart, just machine

But my blood don’t lie—it’s got chaos in the stream

A battleground heart with a deathwish theme

Every time I try to speak, it comes out with steel

Every move I make feels less and less real

They love the violence when it serves their cause

But hate the man who survives with claws

I ain’t broken, I’m just tired of the leash

I was meant to lead wolves, not appease the weak

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Put me in the pit. Let me claw. Let me bleed.

I’m not your storybook breed.

I ain’t noble—I’m need.

You want kindness? Then stop pullin’ my teeth.

I’m not Spike, floatin’ through the void with grace—

I’m the grimace he wore before fallin’ from space.

I’m not what you want, I’m what war left behind

And I’ll burn this peace just to reclaim mine

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I’m a gladiator without a gate

Trained for blood, but they locked my fate

I dance for the crowd, wear a smile for the screen

But I rot like Todd in a Lazarus dream

I ain’t what I want, I’m what they made me be

A savage, a shadow, a casualty

How do I breathe when the war ain’t mine?

A dog of violence left to mime

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I’m sick of takin’ shots just to fit in your play

I was built for war…

But I never chose the day.

So if I’m just a beast in chains—

Let me off.

Let me slay