"The BEAST WITHIN"

...blood on the ink and fangs in the truth...

They thought I was standing alone.
They saw a man in black…boots planted, jaw set, eyes like quiet storms.
What they didn’t see was the shadow behind me…

The beast….

Not a metaphor

Not a costume

My spirit…my rage…. my legacy with teeth.

See, I didn’t just stand when the world said kneel.

I transformed.

Every betrayal, every lie, every time they tried to TAME me with guilt or shame…
It didn’t break me
It fed the thing WITHIN me…
The ancient, snarling part of me that remembers who I really am….

I’m not here for applause
I’m not here to trend
I’m here to end things…

End the silence
End the fake virtue
End the GUTLESS surrender that’s dressing up like progress...

You want soft words and a filtered face?
Scroll on
You want the raw voice of a man forged in fire and sharpened by pain?

You found him.
And the BEAST that follows.