About Me
....From the silence will rise the nauseating drums of revolutionary chants, gag the appeasers and forever scuttle their ambivilant rants, gone are the times when we plainly wished for peace, disillusion, distain and self disgust have bred many a demon and now each must be appeased, forgive me if I cannot come to you with terms of endearment, my wounds are still fresh from centuries of bestial treatment, forgive me if we cannot see eye to eye, my sarrow has been shaped under the anvil of your exploitation into a seething rage that will take no less than an eye for an eye, I cannot go home like this, bloodstained, dishonored stripped of my virility, it must be to the death or until I've paid my exploiters with a vengful calamity. Axmad.
