“Ride Like a G O D
Die Like a Legend….”
They don’t see him coming….
not until the asphalt growls under the weight of his fury….
The Black Top God … never riding for glory.
Instead… a solemn ride of SAVAGE INTENT n maybe a little poetic justice…
For memory….
For the ghosts of those who folded too soon and the blood of those who dared to REBEL against the “machine”
Strapped to his back is a battle axe forged in that very rebellion, kissed by fire, stained by the sins of cowards and false prophets…
No…. it’s not for show…It’s for the reckoning…
For the moment when words fail and blood speaks….
Burned into his leather is this uncomfortable truth: Freedom is earned in pain, not gifted in peace.
His bike ….it howls like Cerberus…. Chains tied to the lost… the memories of those who ended their battle before it was time…
His eyes? Lit with the fire of every mile survived….every betrayal overcome…every demon tamed.
He isn’t part of your world for he owns the road beneath your feet.
So if you’re crawling through life waiting for permission…don’t.
Grip the throttle of your soul n twist it until your doubts scream…..
N when death rides up beside you, don’t you DARE F-ing flinch…
Smile, light that cigarette n whisper, “I brought the axe for you.”😉🔥
Burn the system
Become the myth
Black Top Gods.
Ride Like a God. Die a Legend.
Reading the story, then getting smacked in the face with that perfect, awesome, bad ass painting.... Whew!! Good stuff, mister! Love it!!!