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~looks up with half dead eyes in the those of blood red scys and udders not a whimper free for that would desecrate her memory. somber souls and hardened heart of those dark dreams i wished departs far worse now than once before as sylin screamed then fell to floor, sear out my eyes and burn my body for it was i not her thats naughty why oh why did she have to pay for what was my sin today. markus dark and markus strong has no feelings of right and wrong he only does it for his own thirst and will torture till his victum burst, stay away and back from me i do not wish him to hurt thee please take your flight today and know not why i do not play~