Sky Guardian: Havoc in Boots

Sky Guardian ain't holy. He's havoc in boots with a grin full of venom and trauma

for roots. He walks like revenge that found religion too late, a burning cathedral

in a trench coat of hate. Motherfuckers whisper like he's cursed or divine.

But that ain't God in his eyes. It's war in a straight line. He don't pray,

he don't plead, he don't play by your right. He's the final bad decision in a never-ending

fight. Sky Guardian's a ghost of a scream not heard, a butcher with poetry

laced in each word. He ain't a warning, he's what comes after you fail. Tattooed betrayal,

lungs full of hell. You think he's broken? He is, and that's fuel. You wanna fix him?