Blood
Running red, Running scared.
Here They Come Stumbling,
With A Purpose.
Torn And Bloodied They Are.
All They Want Is Flesh.
Relentless, They Seek And Destroy.
Till Death Surrounds Them.
From Death, They Come.
For Death Is Purpose For Them.
Slowly They Move, Searching For Victims.
They Are Covered, Dripping, Pouring,
Splattered And Sprayed.
Flesh And Blood By Their Hands.
On And On They Go, Never Resting.
Never Stopping. Blood They Want, Blood They Have
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