I was born of Hustlers blood. I became angry at the fact I never had a normal upbringing. I despise those who have had. Now I aim to take down those with silver spoons imbeded in their throats. I collect those silver spoons. Until i have a drawer that over runneth with them, I will not stop. I get drugs for the best price. Fk sleep. I see demons in the corners of my sights. I invite them to embrace in combat. Never will I fold to the corrupt ways of law enforcement. Let them be lapdogs of the broken and uncertain process of justice giveth to us by the government. If and when I do perish, I will take thousands with me. Savage? You've yet to witness such obidience. There is no name for what I do. For what I do has never been done by any other. So shall this mockery of religeon be put to bed with the past pupils that have blindedly and so absently believed in such falsifications. I do believe. I believe in death and welcome it every day.