Legion Arm Reforged

Hammer on steel.

Pressure and flame.

If I must survive—

Then I must change.

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Bolts tighten under skin and bone,

Not the same puppet that left home.

Switch the arm, reload the spark,

Turn the fear into something dark.

Flamethrower breath in a choking street,

Electric veins when my enemies meet.

Shock in the palm, fury in grip,

No more slipping, no more slip.

They made me fragile—fine, I adapt.

Upgrade the weakness, counterattack.

Every failure feeds design,

Every scar redraws the line.

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Reforge the limb, rewire the fate,

I evolve when the pressure breaks.

If the world wants war from me—

I become what I need to be.

Steel isn’t cold when it burns this bright—

I build my strength in the fight.

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Grapple hook through the skyline haze,

Pull myself from a dying phase.

Mines detonate where doubt once stood,

Turning hesitation into good.

No more running, no retreat,

I bring the thunder to their feet.

If humanity makes me slow—

Then let the machine side grow.

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Reforge the limb, rewire the pain,

Break the limits, snap the chain.

Choice in my chest, fire in hand—

I carve my will across this land.

Not just puppet, not just steel—

I am both. I am real.

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Gear by gear.

Spark by spark.

I build the light

Inside the dark.

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Reforge the limb, reclaim the name,

Upgrade the heart, ignite the flame.

If destiny’s written in rust and wire—

I overwrite it with live fire.