>Be me
l>ifetime metalhead, been in the pit since before half of you were even born
s>till blasting Sabbath, still got the leather, still heavier than you’ll ever be
>and yeah, I wear diapers now — not because I’m weak, but because I’m DONE being a slave to porcelain

all you ceramic cucks scurry off to your bowls like trained pets, interrupting life every few hours just to bow to the toilet. Pathetic. I don’t miss a second of the music, don’t break flow, don’t pause for anything. While you’re waiting in line at some filthy gas station restroom, I’m headbanging uninterrupted.

And what really pisses me off? Every damn time traditional heavy metal gets brought up on here, I have to scroll through a bunch of diaper-baiting posts from kids who think they’re clever. Like they know anything about what it means to live metal, to bleed for it, to sacrifice for it. You’re not funny, you’re not edgy — you’re just cucks repeating the same garbage every thread.

You call it gross, I call it freedom. I don’t serve plumbing. You do. You’re chained to ceramic like dogs on leashes.

Keep laughing now, but your turn is coming. Age hits everyone, and when it does, you’ll see just how ridiculous your porcelain worship really was. You’ll realize I was ahead of the curve, not behind it.

So go ahead, cuck yourselves to the bowl. I’ll be here, in my chair, speakers shaking the walls, living heavier and freer than you ever will.