I am the bloodline
Beelzebub.
We own the night,
we revel and sin
and enjoy the colour
of the time we're in.
At start of day
we skulk away,
hid from the light
for fear of the frightful
sight we are.
Away from the passive
and silent dawn
where people
who never live are bourne.
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