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He wasn't born a usual child,
fiery eyes spawned so wild
Black wings adorn his back,
Skin of scars & full of cracks

Has the scent & thirst for blood
Flesh gushes and out comes a flood
as a nurse came close and her pulse
thrilled him with an unnatural impulse.

He flew out the window with reckoning speed,
A hunger for more to fulfill his needs,
He leaves a whole city in a blood-bath fury
before they finish their wakening coffee.
The First Sinner
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The First Sinner  35/M/USA
(35/M/USA)   
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     guy scutellaro and Drummond
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