The Misanthropic Vamp


The Misanthropic Vamp

The Misanthropic Vamp

Among the hidden, destitute, and darker elements
Patiently awaiting her next blood meal
A creature scorned for centuries by the light…
Dares not love those that she needs to survive

She needs no distractions from her nightly hunt
Her bitterness oozing like a festering open sore
For all mankind and their social maladies manifested
In their hatred, greed, disgust, prejudice, and sickness

As she draws their lifeblood into her very being
She renders her justice upon the snivering hords
That fall into her grasp, slowly sipping their life force
And therefore ridding the world of one less evil

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