for his whole life..he had been doubted...people sugarcoated shit for him cause they didn't want to see him fail...while others hated on him so he can fail...people even thought of someone who was barely worthy of a threat in their path simply cause he did things differently than others...walked differently...talked differently....acted differently...he had always the hunger and fire in his belly for the iron. when he was young...thats the only thing that never lied to him...challenged him not cause he doubted him but cause he could overcome it. why? cause he wanted to show the world he was more than just a fat kid who was always forgotten..more than someone who had be written off cause he wasn't goin to be anything more than a joke...what..it was still to be determined.
from that he grew and grew into something he didn't know he was becomin but continued to talk the talk and walk the walk. day by day...he was continued to be treated as an outcast...someone different from the norm. people doubted the way he trained and his approach...everyone but him. so...he trained with a chip on his shoulder as an outcast should. he did crazy shit and most of the time it worked but it left him hungry for more. those voices...in his head...still kept taunting him day in and day out. it allowed him to train harder and harness that killer instinct into something wicked. he had things taken from him...even his pride...even been broken several times to emerge stronger than before. he knew that this was a war he was in. the scars he carried from each battle shown on his heart and soul. he didn't want to hide it nor did he try to. they were symbols of how others tried to weakened him and failed in doin so.
he was an outcast and proud. he was warrior aiming for something greater than him...champions just want the fuckin medal...he wanted to be his own fuckin freak...NO ONE ELSES.but then something snapped...something inside of him snapped....
it was obvious what the game was...the game that needed to be changed. it was obvious how now those voices in his head were not in black and white..but in color all tellin him what he "was" and what he was striving to be "was not". it was obvious that no matter what he did...he would still feel the world against him. it was obvious that what he wanted wasn't goin to be given to him easy if at all. what did this do to him? did it defeat him? no. did it cause him to give up? hell no. what it did was piss him off more. he realized that he had been fighting this war incorrectly. he had been fighting to survive each battle. that wasn't enough anymore he realized. he realized he was gettin strong...he needed to be stronger. he realized that the world was at war with him...throwin all of this shit at him...kickin him when he's down...takin shit from him...and all of all the scars he had taken in battle..he had yet to inflict some of his own..yet he was still building something...the entire time...something greater than himself.
the days of him just surviving are fuckin done. he's about to bring the motherfuckin war to them.
he realized that this lesson is what he needed to learn. fuck the voices. fuck the haters. fuck the doubters. fuck the posers. fuck anyone that isn't down for the war he's about to fuckin wage on the world and the greatness he's hunger for all of his life. he's no fuckin hero. an outcast...someone who's willin to be their own freak..is a villian in essence. he doesn't have a fuckin problem with that. hell..its what he's been the whole time. he's now embracing this. embracing the outcast...the "inner freak" within...pledging an oath of absolute fuckin blood and chaos til he is the last man fuckin standin. his salvation..his hunger for greatness.. will be others worst fuckin nightmare.
THIS is who he is. he is chaos. he upsets the balance in his walk. u will see his fuckin intensity and passion thru his eyes as they burn with rage and hell and u will see him just KILL everything in his path as he walks like a dinosaur with his thunderous steps ready to administer his verison of hell thru pure brutality of the iron. he is what many would refer to as a nightmare. a walking...talking motherfucking horror movie killing everything in his path. somethin unknown til the last minute and hides in plain sight. he rather not let the world know what's capable of...nightmares aren't supposed to let their actions known...just yet. he won't apologize for the wrath that is to come...u should of fuckin seen it comin. call him whatever the fuck u like to call him...whatever makes u fuckin sleep at nite about him...it won't change a damn thing..it won't change how much pain he will inflict in the war he's committed to fighting to kill to his dying breath...the only thing that excites him is how high the body count will be before he reaches greatness. he's not waiting for what's his...he's fuckin takin it like it always had belonged to him...he will reveal to the world...little by little...just how pissed off he is by building and becoming their worst nightmare...a nightmare to those who don't understand...but greatness to those who see the light.....greatness he's fuckin made for and he's willin to embrace the pain and suffering necessary to make it fuckin happen. he's not fuckin done..he's just gettin fuckin started. he won't stop...can't stop...his hunger is too great and too sick. he won't be fuckin denied. he won't be forgotten. nightmares never will be. its what he was fuckin made to be. its how he will become something bigger than him...somethin great...if u don't like what he's about to do..or how he's about to do it.....fuck you. he will not make this quick...he will bring your ass hell...he is not your hero..he is your worst fuckin nightmare...who is he now u wonder after reading this...
...he is me. and he is comin...
hood up...head down...let the body count rise...
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