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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) In the name of blood, for it is the source of life itself, Plasma's crimson essence of liquid infusion, to the undead's Pulsating heart. Intravenously feeding cravings passion, through the carotid Artery at the throat of humanity, thou'st not love, suffer The pleasure indulge the pain, the out come shall be the same, To be embraced by the black ebony arch angel of death, Release thy darker side, let the instinctual behavior of the beast, Know freedoms unshackling at last. Become one of his sacred disciples, a creature of his dark dimension, A kindred being, unto the legion of the night. In the moon's elliptical light, shadows thus move from Left to right, shifting as transparent figures, phantoms of Illusions, taking winged flight, soaring on the currents Of air mingling with their ancestral brethren, the vampire bat. Run does not the lone wolf, along the side path next to man, As we do so walk amongst them, yet never attempting to belong. Oh are we not the a shunned, the accursed, by a God known For his forgiveness, to love all living things under Heaven, but for us this mightiest of lords, turns His gaze away, not acknowledging our existence. Our we not his lost sheep, missing from his flock, why Does not this Sheppard seek this black lamb’s wool, Is it too coarse for weaving's wheel, as it spins thus And is it not said that he created all life within his image. Nay I pray this vamperic prayer, why has he abandon Us, the darker of his creations. Behold the unascended, begging to enter beyond the gates Of light, children of the lost are we, seeking a father blind To his responsibility. Harvesting, by the basic instincts given unto us, Taking only what we need to survive, for this he has turned Against us, and thus taking the light of day with him. So my father of damnation's hell, has offered salvation's Darker domain as a sheltering harbor of comfort, I will not Abstain his patronage. For I am the ashunned, living by the moonlight's haunting glow, Yet yearning to see one last horizons sunset, but the Holy Father, Hears not my humble vamperic prayer. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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