In the warm hands of my bed
Awaken by the bells of thy heart
To hate or to love?
To curse or to bless?
To condemn or to pray?
Vampires that quench thirst with innocent blood
Monsters that feed on human flesh
These I must do, to be an heir?
'You must love them' He said.
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