They say, your blood is diluted,
Adulterated with a murky liquid,
What runs through your veins
And what runs through ours
can never be mixed
Soon enough it will turn into water,
and we wouldn't be sure
you ever existed.

What if a few vampires put it to use!
Perhaps it's toxic
Killing two birds with the same stone,
Oh how that'll straighten the land,
More chambers for our offsprings to own,
We won't blink an eye when we see them eliminating
a contaminated form
The blood bank feeds the top of the pyramid,
and you're just unwelcomed in the
enrichment zone.

You see, our pride has taught us
That bloods have different flavors,
When we run out of the fine wine,
That's when our front begins to waver,
But your life is on sale in a thrift store,
If we see none of you, you'll be doing a favor.