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The day when night is dead
the betrayal of trust.
is gone when a stab is introduce.
the love for kindness,
soon become a urge for revenge.
time will past.
flower will wither.
peoples will die.
and i will revive.
from my coffin,
i lay under the pale moonlight.
seeking for the right time for revenge.
as i look upon the moon.
the vengence within me grew.
and turn the night sky red.
and the pale moon into a puddle of blood.
i had no soul.
no heart.
cos i ain't human.
my flesh is fake.
its just the work of alchemist and chemical.
but god is kind.
the give me something in return.
fangs, and a pair of hands for revenge.
one by one.
bit by bit.
my revenge is taken.
i can go in peace.
and enjoy my life.
