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Interview With a Vampire Pt1
and so it begins can we ever feel pain over pain? a lust for the grave? we shall see it has become an obsession of late that the suffering of angels that cannot escape the tourture of mortals and slayers of debt come as visions throughout the day to disrupt the dimensions of time and space to dismember the ocntents of the human race dream my child as best you well as when you wake in the depths of hell parisians weep in the winters musk as vampires dawn as it reaches dusk a fear and hatred storms the skies clouds disintergrate with a betryalls lies the lust for more the need for power grows and grows with every hour a broken smile with hate inside at lust for blood from a virgin bride sweet red nectar from broken flesh drained and acepted to repay a debt a debt of destruction from a siars fangs i yern for a stake from a humans hands two hundred years i wish no more just my final ashes on the floor we are what we are souls lost of found, but we all end up beneath the ground am i the monster you wished youve been despatched by sunlight with a slient scream
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