SAVE YOUR VAPID PLEASANTRIES, YOUR WELL INTENDED BANTER.

I AM A SAVAGE.

MY WAR IS INTERNAL AND ETERNAL,

MY BATTLEFIELD, THIS TRAITOROUS SHELL FOR MY SOUL.

I NEED NOT CIVIL PROVENDER OR LIBATION.

FOR MY FEED I TAKE THE ANGUISH OF MY ENEMY.

MY SUP WILL BE HIS RUEFUL TEARS AND I WILL DRINK DEEP.

KEEP YOUR TINY PILLS AND TINCTURES,

GIVE THEM TO THE CIVIL VICTIMS.

MY BALM IS MY SWEAT,

MY OINTMENT, MY BLOOD ON THE BAR.

I WAGE THIS WAR WITH COARSE IRON ACROSS MY BACK.

THOUGH MY DEFILER TRIES TO BEND ME,

I WILL STAND TALL.

THOUGH HE TRIES TO HOBBLE ME,

I WILL STRIDE LONG.

THE SHAKE IN MY HAND IS NOT HIS,

IT IS MY RAGE AT THE LOVE HE TOOK FROM ME.

I WILL LIVE LONG AND LOVE AGAIN.

I WILL CARRY THE WEAK AND SHOW THEM THE WAY OF THE FIST,

A FIST CLENCHED ON THE THROAT OF THEIR FOE.

DEEP IN THE TIMID HEART OF THE USURPER,

HIS FEAR CONSUMES HIM,

FOR HE HAS NOT STEEL IN HIS SPINE.

HE LACKS THE SALT FOR THIS CONTENTION.

FROM COWARDLY AMBUSH HE THOUGHT TO INFILTRATE A MAN.

HE FINDS INSTEAD THE BEAST.

THE BEAST THAT BENDS THE BARS AND BELLOWS THE WAR CRY.

HE KNOWS NOW AND THE CHILL IN HIS SOUL RISES WITH MY IRE.

LIKE ORION IN THE STARS, I WILL HUNT HIM.

I WILL WATER THIS BATTLEFIELD WITH HIS BLOOD

AND FROM IT I WILL GROW A FIELD OF RED ROSES.

THE BLOOMING FIELDS OF MY LIFE WILL BE VAST,

STRETCHING FROM HORIZON TO HORIZON

IN THE COLOR OF BLOOD AND LOVE.

I HAVE VOWED TO TEND THIS FIELD FOR 7,447 DAYS,

YET I HAVE NOT BEGUN TO COUNT THEM.

I LIVE NOW TO WAGE THIS WAR AND RAISE AN ARMY.

IN THOSE WHO HEAR MY WAR CRY,

THIS COWARDLY DISEASE WILL NOT FIND A HOST OF TIMID VICTIMS,

BUT AN ARMY OF IRON-HEARTED GLADIATORS.

THOUGH HE IS ETERNAL,

HIS ETERNITY IS NOW RANK WITH THE ACRID STENCH OF HIS OWN FEAR.

THOUGH HE MAY ENDURE TO ONE DAY SEE ME FALL,

HIS EYES WILL BURN WITH TEARS AS I SMILE,

HIS EARS WILL BLEED AS THE SOUND OF MY LAUGHTER IS DROWNED OUT BY THE GLORIOUS ROAR OF A HOST OF  NOBLE BEASTS.

LET MY LAST SIGHT BE THE FEAR IN HIS EYES AS THEY COME FOR HIM,

STANDING TALL AND STRIDING LONG ACROSS MY SCARLET FIELD.

AS I CLOSE MY EYES, LET MY EARS HEAR THE VICTORIOUS BELLOW OF ONE MILLION VICTORIOUS WAR CRIES AND I WILL SAY,

WE ARE SAVAGE.