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Night Creatures

A twisted sky,

Is this the end?

No more time,

For lives to mend,

The soldiers have come,

They've drawn their swords,

Death and his warriors,

Arrive in hoards,

The sharp tooth villains,

Rule the night,

They herd us like cattle,

'Cause we're afraid to fight,

A big cross,

A wooden stake,

Even get some,

Garlic cake,

Hold these close,

When it's dark like coal,

These items might just,

Save your soul,

When these evil,

Creatures take flight,

They can smell your blood,

Far away in the night,

Imagine a thirst,

You can not quench,

Unless ur sucking,

On some poor wench,

Who which u lure,

Into a corner into dark,

In the street,

Down an alley,

Or even the park,

I am a prince of darkness,

I sleep on a grave,

I can't decide whether,

I want a new slave?

Or maybe I'll suck you,

leave you bone dry,

I could keep you and change you,

So that you can then fly,

Into the night,

On the blood drive,

To breed with me,

To keep our species alive,

So don't fear us little children,

We won't come for you,

Not at all till your older,

Say... about 22,

For then,

You'll be ours,

To party and play,

To feed on,

When we wake up at the end of each day,

So if you don't like,

The look of us,

You know just what to do,

Never turn round,

On a cold dark night,

Because I'll be following YOU!!

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