I am living, they are dead
The fire of my heart will engulf them in my flames of courage
My fists, my flames
My room, my rules
My battle, my victory
I see their horns, I smell their breathe, I hear their roars
The first hand tries to grab me
I burn the hand off its body
Hands ascend from underneath the bed
The closet shakes with legions
The owl screams in fear
Flames surround my fists
My room burns in my eternal blaze
Let the war begin
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