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A New Breed


we hear everything in the world like

the vampire's screeching as they

drench their fang's into their victim's

neck, we hear the howl of the werewolves

as they transform due to the full moon in

the sky. I hear the gargoyle's from high

above scaring the sicko's and psycho's

away from the young, but us new breed's

are taught not to fear anything except death.

We protect the weak and innocent from the

vampire's and werewolves, we kill the sicko's

and psycho's for the gargoyle's so they can

rest for eternity. As a new breed we earn

our pride as we should by force not by

surprise attack, we aren't weak we are

strong we are faster then vampire's,

we are bigger then werewolves  we are

 a new breed of terror.

 

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