Dan’s Substack

A Preacher, A Trucker, A High Roller. A Holy Roller Preaching Rolling Trucker. Yeah.

You’re only known because of me, so don’t you forget. You’re only a fraction of my past and now you’re gone, so hang yourself on that leash.

They say the lion eats tonight, and all around it is a coliseum, dripping with a voracious appetite.

You can’t feel my torment, driving me insane.

It’s a more compelling example of cultural impact separating truth for fact.

I bite my tongue everytime you come around, cuz blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground.

I see the clock and it’s ticking away and the hourglass empty, what the fuck do I have to say?

Broken the Paradigm, an example must be set. Invoke the Siren’s Song and sign the Death Warrant.

An Invitation to Clairvoyance, it’s Hard to Stand Around and Watch While They Ignore Us.

Do you love your Guns? God? The Government? Fuck Yeah.

Just like Joshua and the fabled walls of Jericho I’m here to tear down the institution.

I laugh aloud, cause my life has gotten in someone else’s mind.