Come, gather ‘round and listen to the somber tale of the Dark Father
A man with explosive kicks and backstories unexplored
And you will find yourself in this world of contrast,
A realm comprised of bleak despair and vibrant hope
Think you can sit through the sermon of this black mass?
In this twisted darkness, much was taught to me
I’ve carried my abilities as I carry my tattoos
Martial arts, kickboxing, and Pencak Silat
These were my true parents
After all, who wants to raise a devil?
As I open the veins of my past, know it to be true;
Know of the child surrounded by death
Know of he who was trained not to fight the dragon,
But to be the dragon itself
To burn the monsters of this world, including you.
You, reading this, eyes scrolling left to right across each sentence
Who raise your children in your wicked ways –
Turn on the news and you’ll see it to be true, humanity and its evils
Yet it is you, who perpetrate your propaganda,
Pointing your finger and playing the victim.
Context that you create, nobody is truly good, nobody is truly evil
Yet I look upon you all, with all of my deadly abilities
And I see that we are not equals
So, take it – take your best shot and release the pressure
I’ll be waiting here, watching from my lodge in Amsterdam.
For none of us are above sin, this I truly do know,
I am not one to cast the stone, for I was once the greatest sinner of all
Yet, I know not the nature of what I did, and I may never know
I will never know my own evils, yet I will absolve you of yours
Kick it out of you as my foot strikes your jaw with grim brutality.
As the crimson fluid scatters across the sky and meets the mat
And you are flung to the ropes and the turnbuckle,
See me in these colors and know you’ve caused this
This dire misery you’ve wrought for yourself
Realize this and enjoy living in infamy.
Sit there as you will and cast your judgement as you look at me.
True to the nature of man, you see what you want,
What was fed to you in your echo chambers, fed to you by your elders
All of these lofty aspirations, housed in lies of how good you are
I never fell for it, that there was wrong in these notions.
Father taught me well, that the adoration and achievements are merely consolations
You’ll never be good enough, no matter how hard you try
They tell you that you will succeed, but the puppet masters have only so many strings
Pray tell, who will they fit – who will tow the line and follow their every whim?
I could give you the keys to escape these shackles, but I won’t.
With the abysmal, dreaded number of inequalities in the world,
You think you got there by yourself – you with your entitlement?
No, someone helped you there, taught you who to be, yet you cast it aside
All while others with nothing scramble up the ladder, trying their best
In another world, their best is more than enough.
The privileged have eaten their meals and they’ve eaten it well
Gorged with their greed, cooked by the efforts of others
I never saw myself of that breed, for I am the Dark Father, I am the Dragon
While the many snap under such pressure, they fall into a different evil
And yet we wonder what we could have done to stop it!
Here is a lesson for you all: spectators are not the victors
While watching these companies go to war, you miss the picture
The talents crafting their art on the canvas painted with blood and sweat
They are the participants – may the spoils go to the victor
And as these stallions race for you, you cheer them on, for their wins are yours, right?
Trial by fire, meant to envelope you or to clean you
Such is the cruelty of life, but I am a cruel man
You’ve said it yourself, as I bear tattoos and piercings.
However, who was cut from steel, and who was crafted from dirt?
I could teach you to fight, to free yourself from mediocrity, but I won’t.
These tattoos you’ve seen on me, were etched into me by my father,
A beautiful pain that serves a purpose – purpose of honesty, purpose of truth
This agonizing, desolate, miserable armor – you hide from your sins but I wear mine
These sins that I embody, sketched from the art of my cruelty
This beast’s blood, poured into my chalice, is filled to the brim with cruel thoughts,
I drink it proudly as you swim in the cesspool of sins and denial
Humans – they hate what they don’t understand, blinded by the truth
Father knew this, and these lessons are a part of me, so as I take each sip
I see it is you that should be judged, not I – for I fight to right my past wrongs
In this vitriolic bath of loathsomeness, I will venture to cull the herd.
Many times, I have heard the cries of other, shouting their “truths” about me
That I was a cult member, a leader, or someone who would dare harm the innocent
These dirty musings written on the sheets, lies told for naught
For you all shall see as the light luminates the falsities told in the dark
Selection for societal sanity – break those chains and wake up!
I am no ordinary man, I fly, I breathe fire, and my claws will slash in my kicks
Know this, that not all stories will have their big ending, but all will get what is coming
The conspiracy theorists, the Judas’s, the prideful princes, and the purveyors of false positivity
All scrambling for the gold, while I carve upon the stone my name that will live forevermore
I could hand you even a morsel so you can taste my triumph, but I won’t.
Purged from the villainy of judgement and narcissistic smugness,
Having fought countless battles to become the ultimate
I will burn it all down and build it anew, here or elsewhere
For the Dragon must claim his keep and hide its truest treasure, the truth
So swears the Dark Father, as the skies of the foolish shall be blackened.