Vampire Truth
We are not tales of folklore
You’ve defiled the legacy we’ve impression in your minds
Mirrors and daylight are nothing but harrowing lies
We do not glisten like gold
Fearing no magic, holy water, or scent of garlic
You cannot destroy are immortal bodies
We walk among you waiting to strike the lone sheep that straggles along
Craving the essence of the living
Living for the taste of crimson vital claret
Subduing the minds that waver
But never kill are prey
For violence is for savages and the revolting
Are desire is to quench one’s thirst
Vampier
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