Roses are red, Vilotes are black,
Like my soul.
My dark and tourtured soul!
I drink the tranquilty of others and let a deep unease overtake them.
I blaken the sky of thier mind with ominous overtones of hate, distruction and lothing.
The four horseman of the apocolypse were sent to destroy me and I blooded War, made Pestilence sick, Killed Death, and starved Famine....
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_______isstrange.......name start with an M...ends with Y. Former member, now to be SG.......you love me, remember?