I grew up...

UndeadEyes of grey and skin paler than snow, Death on every gruesome word you ever said. With a lust for blood only you can know, Night is your time, you unholy undead.Undead
Darkness is your heavan and light, your hell, Whispers in the air as you glide on by. Bless-ed water or a stake can break the spell, Escape from the sun, retreat from the sky.
To become one of you, blood must be spilt. Masters of Death, and Lords that do hide. A dark rose you hold continues to wilt. Never aging, never rotting inside.
You cannot die, unworthy of glory, Creatures of nigh
Thanks for the +fav way back in May.
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-Leathal
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Creatures of the light!!! RUN!!!
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I like to peench.
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I have built a treehouse! Nobody can see us, it's a you and me house!
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I like to peench.
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