Out into the dark of night, they entered with no fright. With choice of form, maybe a wolf or bat will be chewing on your neck or arm. Lightening strikes, thunder rolls, bodies disappear in holes. With plenty to feast on, their bite might make you wish you were never born. Dawn your cross, pray to God our lord Boss. Look over your shoulder, or you may end up colder. Part of the walking dead, blood feed. Food to feast upon, till every blood drop is gone. The vampire smiles with joy and rests upon his casket throne. Has no concern if your soul is gone.
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.
In the end they'll all be dancin'--all them ones that didn't die.... Dance with me in the shadows amidst the lightning and the thunder, and all that nu-cu-lar debris. See the big bang from the other side, and then open that cellar door. Go down into
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