My personality will cut the social throat.
I am the thorn in your modern world.
I am not the hands of the church.
I bleed black resin blood on the alter.
A sacrifice for DIVE/HER/CITY.
I will die for what I believe.
Not what I am told to blindly accept.
And I will keep on cutting these shackles.
Until the world leaves me alone.
To find my own destiny of lifelessness.
And a black heart of thrills.
Sir Markus Furiae.
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