| Long ago I watched the man bring the
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| Convulsing white fowl to his mouth, he
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| Chomped down hard on the neck, blood spurting
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| And dripping, the body dangled for a second
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| Then ripped from the head and hit the floor
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| I bit into the young neck, teeth sinking into
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| The warm flesh, blood running down my throat
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| And face, relishing the bits of skin stuck
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| Between my teeth, drinking all the blood my
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| Young friend had to offer
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| I ripped the throat out of the infant I stole
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| Holding the thing over me and letting the sweet
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| Blood rain upon my face, lifeblood gushing from
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| The gaping hole — the one I created, momentarily
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| Quenching my thirst
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| I lacerated the juggular vein of the prom king
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| With my filed teeth and quickly pressed my lips
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| To the gaping wound, supping on the thick fluid
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| Spewing from the virgin throat
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| I am a modern day freak show
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| With a thirst for blood
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| I sup on the life of only the young
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| I tear and I drink
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| I kill and I feast
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| I follow tradition
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| I’m a bloodsucking geek |