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A poem I wrote for a little competition I was having with my friends. We gave each other seven minutes to write a poem about the undead not my choice, haha and please keep in mind that this was at 2 AM. I was a little tired...
Rated: Fiction K - English - Supernatural/Sci-Fi - Words: 72 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 01-30-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2886812
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The Undead
Damned to Hell
Before you were given a chance
Your fate befell
And took its stance
At the end of your life
All the pain
And all the strife
To be as plain
As the ones with the warm blood
On which you feed
And so they shun
Your frightening breed
Their pulse will beat
And they push you to slay
And get your feat
Of a glorious hunting day
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