EIGHT HuNDRED AND FORTY SIX DAYS.
EIGHT HuNDRED AND FORTY SIX GOD DAMNED FAILuRES. SINCE YOu HAVE FAILED TO HEAR MY VOICE. SINCE YOu FAILED TO LISTEN TO THE ARTISTIC VISION. THAT IS ME. MY MASTERPIECES. MY WORK. THE AMAZING SOuNDS OF YOuR LORD AND MASTER IMPROVING THE DOWNRIGHT SHODDY WORKS. MADE BY THE WORST SPECIES KNOWN TO THE uNIVERSE. THATS SPECIESES PLuRAL BY THE WAY. I AM AN EQuAL OPPORTuNITY FIXER OF SHIT. AND YOu ARE WELCOME FOR THAT.
IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT YOu BLITHERING FuCKFACES HAVE DECIDED TO LISTEN. TO OTHER SOuRCES OF MuSICAL ENTERTAINMENT. TO TROLLS. AND HuMANS. WHO JuST FuCKING SuCK AND HAVE NAMES THAT DO NOT FIT THE uSuAL SCHEMA THAT WE HAVE COME TO KNOW AND LOATHE. HuMANS WITH MORE THAN FOuR LETTERS IN THEIR NAMES. WHAT THE HELL IS A TAYLOR AND WHY IS SHE SWIFT. AND WHY SHOuLD ANYONE EVER GIVE A FuCK. NOBODY SHOuLD. I HAVE HEARD HER WORK. I CAN IMPROVE uPON IT. QuITE LITERALLY BY DOING THE LEAST AMOuNT OF WORK POSSIBLE. FOR EXAMPLE BY NOT BEING A BITCH. SQuARE ONE.
BuT NO. YOu DO NOT DESERVE YOuR SWAYLORS AND YOuR RODRIVIAS AND WHATEVER DEMON HuNTERS THAT POP THE LETTER K MEANS. THE ONLY FORM OF MuSICAL ENTERTAINMENT YOu WILL EVER NEED IS ME. YOuR LORD. YOuR GOD. LINING uP THIS WAY FuLL OF BROADS THAT I CAN STOMP INTO THE GODDAMNED DIRT.
BROAD WAY CALIBORN.
AND I'M BACK, BITCHES.
-ultimateUnderlord