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Wednesday, March 20, 2024

THE BLEEDS: CURSE OF THE VAMPIRE

Wicked disease, ultimate decay,
They shun the light of every day,
No one listens when they pray,
Like angels that have fallen away.

On human blood the vampire feeds,
Fulfilling his abnormal needs,
Souls transformed like vampire seeds,
They prowl the night and spread the bleeds.

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