Is It Skill? Is It Instinct?

Was this blade forged by mentors, or born in the bone? Did the dark raise the monster, or was his fate the throne? Was this demon hero made from the fires of the pit? was he even made or did he exist? Was he shaped by the world, or sent here to test it? Did pain teach the lesson, or bloodlines suggest it? Gray skies choke daylight, hope sinks at midnight…So answer me, When calm turns to chaos extreme and mercy’s extinct, silence deafening shadow in the static its Skiller Instinct.

Dark days cause the light to fade shades or grey come out and they bring about the count of destruction the thief of joy. The anti hero side of our man Johnny boy. Hope is bleak Chaos extreme cool calm collected turns to heat that’s when we to greet the ghost referred to as skiller instinct. Skillers all about the thrill ain’t afraid to drill you with 10 or 12 9 mills. Slash your throat your tires your Achilles heel, tongue lash you in the feels doom seeker by the verve, an the rigor of his verbs causing such violence of action with only words is straight absurd he gets spiritual like a story from time’s biblical that’s the artistry of the lyrical using sarcasm innuendos ontondruhs satirical material that can appear mystical and burn like a venereal penetrate a mother fucker ego subliminal til his stature is minimal with precision thats criminal the guardian of death the sentinel cold witted and cynical so if you’re not ready for that level of heavy it’s pivotal that you scram before this page is full dry ink. Pray to god or your diety that’s your fortunes never bad enough To interact with or greet skiller instinct.

Was this blade forged by mentors, or born in the bone? Did the dark raise the monster, or was his fate the throne? Was this demon hero made from the fires of the pit? was he even made or did he exist? Was he shaped by the world, or sent here to test it? Did pain teach the lesson, or bloodlines suggest it? Gray skies choke daylight, hope sinks at midnight…So answer me, When calm turns to chaos extreme and mercy’s extinct, silence deafening shadow in the static its Skiller Instinct.

Where does a person like this emerge? The soulless ghost charged to purge the worst and the cursed from the herd. Is it in his genes or did he learn? By now you know the red ronin and how he dismantles foes and opponents well skiller survives on that same level of coldness on that same level of oh shit where you won’t know what happened except there was a savage attacking that forced everyone back and left only on man alone on the map, go near him it’s a wrap.

Was this blade forged or born. Did he always exist or is he from the firey pit is he a monster a demon an angel a heathen was there even a reason? Is he for war or peace then? I guess we will find out and keep living the dream then…

TGB LIfe, a lil doom and gloom necessary to keep the room clear of cancers that spread and consume. the GREATNESS Baby!