Best to be a warrior in a garden rather then a gardener at war Trav scarred n war hardened ain't nobody as heartless or raw to the core maul all y'all just for the sport mastering dark arts is the norm full force thunderstorm feel like Thor I'ma brawler bred n born never stoppin once I start for the gore pens drawn in hand it calms me like a sword consumed by my darkness until im part of it peep deep inside my eyes you see much worse than demons the physcal embodiement of the devil armor formed of bloodforged metal need lotta bodies beneath me the beastly behemoth slice out ya adams apple feast upon the flesh in front of Eve in the garden of eden, see me as true evil slaughter armies of people wit ease im feared even by the reaper heated blade sears flesh i got lust for the sound n sight of it seeping pool of blood i walk cross it looking for the deepend feel i aint got myq feet wet most lethal fire an arrow through my Achilles heel you still wont see a weakness freddy level nightmarish leaving the feeble sleepless malicious when i mold they brains wit a spiked mace mash till the meat mesh all attempts to defeat me meaningless he so violent yet enlightened as torches my mind is morbid rest in graveyards on piles of corpses was born so raw he had bite off his cord than filed off his foreskin desire of war enjoying playing wit fiery forces travisty n shadow unbeaten unrivaled swordsmen, if you say otherwise site all your sources when lines drawn we leave the weak four limbs pulled apart by our dark apocolyptic horsemen