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Angelic Taste

The vampires, the vampires,

They are at it again.

Their blood-thirst never expires,

They want to get under my skin.

Tastes likes it was made by angels,

One snickers as she bites in,

The other one sinks her fang in well,

The pain makes my patience run thin.

One day I will escape from them all,

Set myself free and fly over the wall.

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