To beat and to cut.
To chew and to spit.
To hate and to kill.
To die and to thrill.
With chaos and cyanide.
With anger and vengeance.
With malice and spite.
With fury and restlessness.
The Fates and The Furies.
The Egyptians and The Devil.
The Greeks and The Romans.
The Silence and The Destroyer.
Cold has always been my dark lunacy.
Overshadowing the world of lies.
A fateful kiss for a hidden bliss.
For such a lie as this world of nothing.
by Sir Markus Furiae.
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