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Blood Lust
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The Book Of All Hours something inside, rising from the deep
a beast in me, stirring from it's sleep
a thirst I've never felt, something new
it wants to make you bleed, and on your flesh chew
it hungers for violence, it's out for blood
it cares not if it's a trickle or a flood
it craves to see it, to make you hurt
it has tired of being ignored, being pushed to the dirt
it wants blood, it cares not who's
it needs to feed, it needs not choose
one way or another, it will be sated
the other urges , they've all faded
all that consumes me is this lust for blood
it takes me over, it becomes the flood
nothing can sate it, besides another's pain
nothing but to see it pouring blood in the rain
