Those seven victims,
Causing thier pain,
The need for them,
Blood was drained.
Can't stop the feeling,
Must quench this thirst,
Seem to be going crazy,
Under this terrifying curse.
What has happend?
Why this horror?
You have to find him,
More you may slaughter.
Where to look?
All so powerless,
A silent smirk,
He found you first.
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