Brother.
You are a vampire.
Why do you lust for blood?
Brother.
They have found out now.
Your death is certain.
Detest that agony.
Writhe with rage.
You will be lynched,
And burned in the sun.
Brother.
You are a Vampire.
Royalty runs in your veins.
You lust for blood.
Like a peasant for coins.
Die now.
In royal vain.
You ended your world.
When you ****** the life,
Out of the child.
That boy.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC
Brother.
You are a vampire.
Why do you lust for blood?
Brother.
They have found out now.
Your death is certain.
Detest that agony.
Writhe with rage.
You will be lynched,
And burned in the sun.
Brother.
You are a Vampire.
Royalty runs in your veins.
You lust for blood.
Like a peasant for coins.
Die now.
In royal vain.
You ended your world.
When you ****** the life,
Out of the child.
That boy.
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