ah the blood running in my glass,
as i wait ever so patiently,
the blood so lushious during this day,
it tastes so great as rich red wine,
i have tasted my fair share,
as the vampires welcome me to their family,
their ceremonies so great,
as blood flies like smoke over the greatest of days.
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