R1 X

Demons, beware

For it is not I who requires fear

I shall bash in your faces with iron weights

And shove portable televisions up your asses

Within the mirror, I am your god

Gillespie was but a whore

I shall make her daughter my bitch

And drag her through your misty streets

My katana may break

And my sledgehammer may falter

But these fists O’ rage are all I require

So come at me, Butcher Man

And feel the wrath of my trucker hat

I partake of health drinks

Found in bloody toilets

And you think impending insanity frightens me?

Laughable

So fuck you, worthless demons

Fuck you, recurring characters

Fuck you, sporadic save points

R1 plus X

You will all fall victim to my rage