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To walk amongst the dead plauged by an undeniable thirst for blood. |
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Stained by an immortal suffering given to you. |
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Acceptance from your kind is only a temporal solution to your misery. |
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Transcending time haunts your very existence visions of events are forever imbedded in your mind. |
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For you are never allowed to sleep eternally. |
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Countless prey have satisfied your hunger. |
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Intoxicated with the essence of life blood tastes so sweet |
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The lives of many course through your veins. |
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To live off the lives of others seems morbid. |
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But to you they are only a source of food |
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Blood splatters as you bite deep and hard |
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Draining every once of liquid. |
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A lifeless corpse falls to the ground. |
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As you stand before the waste you create. |
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A path walked time and time again. |
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Has darkened the emotionless heart. |
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To deny the pleasures of feelings |
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To feel one would certainly starve to death. |
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But how ironic since death does not become you. |
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As you sit amongst the bones of judgement contemplating your role. |
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You are never ending drawn out to oversee the mistrials |
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And demise of others |
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A prisoner of your own prison |
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Immortally condemned to you |
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Why does this have to be? |
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Immortally condemned to you |
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Why does this have to be? |
