Ok well to begin I was created as I would suppose all Life forms were by beings who brought it forth from Void. Not much of the void is even bothered to be worth mention, so it matters not. You need tasty bits so here you are, As a fog forms from misty moonshine, I brought rainbows from my nocturnal region into form. Like most students of creation I am wandering into a mountain cave, meeting my old man father time. As time forgets I remember, as The sun sets I ascend.

Kingdoms fall like diamonds, our stars do not mind the soft landing, but we battle the blood of our bones to reach into our sightless fading raging facade. Haunted by miscalculations, I was like a rose flying into the sky with peppermint rain clouds burning my silver blood into a purple haze. Fever helped my sages constant praise to reach for hope over honor, and love above all treasures. When madness reigns my love remains.

Hearts of green clovers explode into quantum savage shadow demons, who plague our withered clouds, but hurt only electric mounds of unearthed charms of cosmic scars healed my hot pink diamonds, who saved my turquoise soul. Spirits of my mastodon trusted amber eyes, with hints of green to weather storms of strange, and massive rays of dark phantom cowboys of shame.

I sent myself into a shaded realm of ancient booming parades, finding only hearts of solemn faith, bestowing safety, and sanctuary from my veins. Are we human never lame? Are we sane never entertained? Hounded by dolphins of gold, and crimson we invaded our summer abode by filling into our lost reservoir of hurt sanctified Aliazar blades, who pleaded to be exchanged for shifting machines, who never knew our name was DockTorTrust Never speak it in vain... ( Screen slowly fades out )



Dear Jon Black & Tommy Wish, they want your names to be remembered, and go down in history. The Good DocktorTrust and The sTorM ride like bats out of hell, and we act without mercy, and we are Death riders. We are pure Savage Chaos Masters!