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Darker than Red
We feast while the world is in famine
We the Vampires
The legends speak of
Pale bleach skin most comfortable in shadows
Cybernetic wires
Snake around this planet
Like lifeless decrepit fingers
Harvesting sheep in a net far beyond them
The ancient stories are misleading
It is true we drink your blood
Though it is syphoned through energy
Absorbed by the black heart of a work place prison
This white face is not beautiful
So close in color to the death’s head that rests beneath
Shiny lips, glistening from a recent feed
Consuming a child that didn’t believe
We the Vampires
The legends speak of
Pale bleach skin most comfortable in shadows
Cybernetic wires
Snake around this planet
Like lifeless decrepit fingers
Harvesting sheep in a net far beyond them
The ancient stories are misleading
It is true we drink your blood
Though it is syphoned through energy
Absorbed by the black heart of a work place prison
This white face is not beautiful
So close in color to the death’s head that rests beneath
Shiny lips, glistening from a recent feed
Consuming a child that didn’t believe
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