Day after day and year after year my pears beat me and tormented me until I looked at them as if I was going rip their souls from them like they did my heart, then beat their worthless bodies as they did my mind. Day after day and year after year and decade after decade my father, beat into my mind that I was stupid and worthless, that I couldn't do anything right even though I tried my hardest. I always tried turning the other cheek, and forgiving and it worked for a while, because my mother was always their to pick up the pieces. One night my father got angry over something small and took it out on my mother for last time instead of cowering like before. Something inside of me snapped and I hit him and he hit the floor, continually I hit him and hit him and hit him until I could barely breathe after over a half hour. Then the cops showed and my father went to jail after a trip to the ER. My mother is mostly okay except for all the scares pysical and not. But I left all that behind. I got on with my life after 17 years of misery and unhealable wounds on my own. I was known as nice, gentle, goofy kid. But now the hidden caged animal has broken free. Strengthen by Hate and Forged by Pain. His name is The Irish Beast.
I reside on a remote DeadEnd road in the middle of nowhere. People said get on with your life what life I can't control my violent hateful rage especially toward deserving assholes. My heart is like a broken bone that has healed wrong and it hurts like it is still broken so many years later. I became too emotionally sensitive as a young child almost to severity and it never left. Ever time my heart starts to heal something always happens. Instead of dwelling in pain I told myself to do something don't just be lost. I found a mission a reason, for living. To indulge in violence. To Indulge in DCW. John McFire is who I once was. Now he is dead only the Irish Beast remains and his Brother is Wolfbane.
On a side note. Since I the Irish Beast have authored this page myself it is therfore my right to give my opinion. I was under the impression that the Flok wasn't just a rip-off, but actually going somewhere but I was wrong. I wish I had never joined the Flok. Oh, the Hell well. |
