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Night People
The wind howls through the limbs of the wintery trees
The night people are now awake
To search out their naive prey as if they are saying to you "Pay the fee"
They feel any life they have the right to take.
They leave their unnatural graves
Excited about what they are about to do
To feed their appetites with blood they crave
Feeling justified in the evil they pursue
if they peruse.
A moon less night good for them
For now they are very hard to see
And the others of the night sing an eerie hymn
As if warning everyone to flee.
They hope to initiate more in their clan
Making them strong in their evil work
They carefully and silently creep around the land
So look behind you to see if they lurk.
They are really unhappy restless souls
Not understanding this thirst they posses
I wish I could help them take hold
Of death's endless abyss.
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