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Daywalker (Free verse) by Blade

He Stalks Hunting through every Darkened street, Passing by each flickering lamppost. Hastening to find his soul. The blood lust rises Searing blood red anger, deep behind his eyes.

Christof 25-Oct-02/4:22 AM
You sad sad little boy. When you write this stuff, do you think abouth things like, for instance, the people of who are killed randomly by a sniper? I don't for a minute think that you actually find that cool. So stop writing this stuff. Unless you do find it cool, in which case please seek help before the FBI find you.




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