solve this riddle, who is speaking in this poem?

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The Secret Keeper

Touch me with your sword,
Carve your thoughts in me,
I serve you, my lord,
Now set yourself free,

Use me as you want,
I would never tell,
My white lips are taunt,
Your secrets wont sell,

Find an escape friend,
There is room for all,
Bloody knees shall bend,
And kingdoms shall fall,

Do not fear your fate,
The release is nigh,
Immortality awaits,
Where noone can die,

All right, please be polite and comment appropriately, a hint? well, the poets lucky number is seven.
and it is not god or the poet or you, so good luck!
 
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