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The moon shone bright
Perfect for the hunt
Teeth razor sharp
Gleaming
In the purple shimmer
Of lunar darkness
Last nights flesh hangs from my teeth
Stench of death on my rancid breath
Taste of copper still fills my mouth
Gushing
Spurting
Oh the feast
'Come on son we're in a rush
Go and give your face a brush'
'Coming mom'
God with her I'll lose all my cred
Wish I'd been born into the undead.
Zombie
Vampire
Or even a witch
Still
I love my mom
The bitch
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hahahaha! Nice one here. I automatically thought about werewolves and then for some reason, towards the end, i thought about Grendel. You have a way with rhymes that I do not have. Good write. =)
