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Curse of The Werewolf

I was bitten by a Werewolf and now I'm undead.

I was a mortal man but now I'm immortal instead.

I'm responsible for many deaths because I'm a Wolfman.

Many people have tried to **** me but they never can.

They never use silver bullets when they fire their guns.

People can never escape even though they try to run.

When I change back to human, I'm covered in blood and gore.

I want somebody to use a silver bullet, I can't take it anymore.

I can see that the moon is full tonight as I look up at the sky.

I'm about to become the Wolfman and more people will die.

Unless somebody does what is needed, things will get worse.

Somebody must use a silver bullet and end this horrible curse.

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Written by
randy-johnson
American
Published
Oct 31, 2016
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12·133
Tags
#terror#horror#scary#halloween#werewolf
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