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VAmpire

Vampire
By Lisa Noe

I’ve come for you, to drink your blood,
When I’m through you’ll fall and hit with a thud.

You’ll change into an undead creature,
You’ll faint at the sight of a preacher.

You’re as white as a sheet,
You no longer eat meat.

Just the blood is what you crave,
Each day you will return to your grave.

I am your master to me you will serve,
You will soon get the nerve.

To drink the blood of the innocent,
Then they too will be hell bent.



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