Those who come nigh to me believe I journey down the blessedness of life. Yet unbeknownst to them my path embarks toward the precipice of life. My smiles are set in front of them to spare them from my shame. Mine is the pain and agony to which I carry; one which to no one I wish the same. Nevertheless they judge me as evil and horrid, not knowing that life to me has been cruel and torrid.
Why must they that walk the light be so quick to cast their stones? Why must they that sing to the light be set against breaking my bones? Do they not see that a gentle monster is I? Why must they scream at me to take off and fly?
Terror falls upon me every night; tears swelling in the eyes take away my sight. Do they not know a precipice of life I walk? Why must I continually be the prey they stalk? Yes, a creature of the undead is I; nevertheless to thou I mean no harm. Yes, a pale Vampyre is I; nonetheless with my actions I meant to cause no alarm.
This precipice of life leads to no end.
This precipice of life will eventually offend.
Why are they who call upon God always the first to bring ill contend? If to their ways I disagree, I know my fear is that they my body will apprehend.
Yet, they do not know that Jesus is a brother of mine; for he too walked amoung the dead. In us the undead His love will forever shine; for our shame to Him was never a dread.
Go; continue to think that because you say his name you are safe.
Go; for very soon you will feel the wrath of my fangs making you unsafe!
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