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I fear no thing except an open flame,

I work because it’s what I want to do,

No lash or blade can cause me any pain,

No overseer enslave me in his crew,

My hunger ever burns but doesn’t rule,

I cut my victims from the human herd,

I kill them first; don’t ever say I’m cruel,

The Hollywood portrayals: so absurd.

My flesh is hard, impervious, and dry,

Just as it was since from my grave I rose,

I last forever and I never change,

The living are like mayflies, born and die,

Beset by fear, of what, they never know,

The only thing I fear is dancing flame.