Blood, a gift
Am I really so unusual Am I such an awful thing? That I deserved such prejudice From you who acts as king? Look at yourself, so noble and wise An emperor so bold To slay your own kin without thought To keep your stash of gold I tell you, king, Sir Demigod All things that live must end And you shall mend your evil ways And your wrongs you shall amend For if you call me such a beast A beast then I shall be For I am soul-less, Satan’s work And you shall all fear me A creature of sin I may be A burden to the world But heed my words before you see My hidden wrath unfurled I’m forced to live in solitude You isolate my kin But that won’t stop me bringing down The true sin from within Yes, the blood still calls to me But it will satisfy my thirst To see this tyrant, cold and cruel With a heart open and burst. I breathed my last so long ago But human I remain For human thoughts are never far From lurking in my brain You say a monster cannot love But that is far from true But only demons possibly love A sinner such as you I have said enough for now But I leave you this parting gift A curse given both foul and fair Consider the thirst for blood a gift.
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