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Red Liquid of Life
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Gothic It pumps through my veins giving me breath
This sought after precious liquid that I contain
Makes me a target of the wanton desires of the undead
Who crave the thick drink of it's silky smooth quench
I go though the night watching my every step
With but one goal to guard my precious stash of red
It is my river of life, or at least life as I know it to be
I fear that I could be turned to crave it as well
Who knows if I can survive each night into dawn
If they drink this liquid from me I am doomed
To wander the millenniums in search of the flow
Sipping the life of those that carry its spice
There is but one thing to do to insure survival
So that I may be saved and not lose my will
I slash my wrists and let it drain away from them
Doing this not to save my life but to save my soul
