Black mage of the sticks

Old school straight out of high schooler with the manners of a 40 year old brit.
Dark magick sorcerer with no need for a light source to find my way.

Grant me the power that I seek my gorgeous hel so that I may wreck havoc without hesitation.Hell is the least of your worries when the devil comes knocking on your door with a brochure in hand.

Joint's,sore and aching from digging my way out of that dirt covered asylum you tried to shove me in.Digging yourself into a even deeper hole than Kim's ass,your seconds away from an American X style curb stomping.

No racist will be let off Scot free without underground a brutal culture transformation with no reparations.No slave to this era of Fame obsessed zombies with a taste for repetition.

I have no need to score with walking plastic blowup dolls when I can go fetch one that can't even move.Sorry as protests that can easily erupt just from someone feeling bad about the color of their cock.

Pathetic pussy begging foxes who throw fits the moment they can't curl up in some girls den. I'll have you nailed to my wall balls,cock and all.

Demonic poetic pain in the ass with no need to follow the flow of the river in order for me to my desired conclusion.

The woods are my own mystical zen garden for me to explore.Portals to a higher level of brutality or power whatever I look to gain.No god below,no god. above only the one holding the pen.