by Elizabeth   Nov 12, 2006

The full moon shines
and the wind whips the wind through the trees
the creatures stalks
their prey

will the war
spill into your house
will u fall merciful to them
as they rip out your throat
will u see those fangs
as they spill the virgin blood

across your floors
against the walls
how do u want it done?
do u to be RIPPED?
with one quick slash?

or do u want to be hang by your arms, and get eaten alive
don\'t ask me what to do
or help your pathetic being
I\'m just the mess-ager


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