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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