The creepers that sucks the blood of humanity
Like the cormorant by the shore
They tarry with precision mark
And strike the weakest at righteous moment.
Yet one goes by instinct,
The other is a complete distinct
Of evil combined by endless numbers.
The hypocrites
Born of bloodiest vengeance.
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