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I don't know why Why this "God" chose me To grab my heart and simply squeeze. Your life had meant more to me More than us But yet you flee. Out of our hearts Into the skies Screaming "Mommy, Daddy, Why?" Neverending tears run down my face Make me feel like a disgrace Your little hands Your beating heart God, this time, you've gone too far. To take him from us Take him from me I spit in disgrace On your tower with he. I'll spit on your "sanctuary" Make you see That you shouldn't have messed with me. I cry myself to sleep at night Wondering "Oh God why?" Realizing you never answer back I'm forced to pick up the slack

 The Sweetest Fruit {Revised}               Dreagon woke with a start. His breathing was uneven as he looked around the dark, dirt barren hole which was his room. His eyes quickly scanned the walls for intruders and he relaxed. It was just his hunger that had woken him up. He couldn't believe how strong the burn in the back of his throat had gotten. His urge for human blood was increasing, it would be soon that he would have to go searching for the Tree of Eternity. Dreagon slipped out of bed in a swift motion and stretched out his muscles. He walked over to his nightstand and grabbed a glass of red liquid off of it. The population of va

Nobodies Amri stood atop the highest cliff of the city. Small dirt piles stood below her, concealing the citizens' housings below. Sand was all that she could see, for miles and miles. She closed her eyes and inhaled the cold air, letting her long, fiery red hair blow behind her. A cyber dagger hung from the loop on her hip and a pistol in the inside of her billowing sleeve. She licked her dry lips and slowly walked closer to the edge of the cliff. She looked down, staring at all the people going on with their daily lives, having no idea what true danger they were in. She closed her eyes, spread her arms, and jumped off the cliff. When sh

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Dreagon woke with a start. His breathing was uneven as he looked around the dark, dirt barren hole which was his room. His eyes quickly scanned the walls for intruders and he relaxed. It was just his hunger that had woken him up. He couldn't believe how strong the burn in the back of his throat had gotten. His urge for human blood was increasing, it would be soon that he would have to go searching for the Tree of Eternity. Dreagon slipped out of bed in a swift motion and stretched out his muscles. He walked over to his nightstand and grabbed a glass of red liquid off of it. The population of vampires was allowed one glass a day, if you crave