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It comes in the night-time,

And it hunts for flesh and blood,

He is cold-blooded,

And makes your blood flood,

His stare makes you shiver,

Its as intense as the night,

His footsteps echo on the street,

Enough to kill you out of fright,

His fangs covered in blood,

As paint on wall,

He carries his sword with him,

To kill you right then.

He is the devil of the night time,

He is sour than lime,

He is as handsome as a prince,

He is the devil that scares,

He is the one that doesn’t spare you,

You’ll die outta fright.

Nov. 15, 2022, 3:59 p.m. 0 Report Embed Follow story
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