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Oh creature of night.
Was it lucifer who made you?
Did he make you because he could never walk among the world of man?
Is it because of this that you hate us, you a by product of hate
where as us a children of love.
Do you laugh at our sins, revel in them.
Knowing that the children of love are imperfect, just as you are.
Do you have wings that match the darkest of nights,
like I imagined you would.
Forged in the deepest parts of hell, they would mirror the darkness
of your soul.
Put on this world with a thirst for blood, a hunger unlike ours,
You take with no guilt.
You pity us for feeling everything, having such pathetic flimsy feelings.
But do you also envy?
Can you be jealous of such beings as we, us your polor opposite brethren.
Envy us for walking in warming beams, the sunlight you fear so much.
A warmth you will never experience inside and out.
Do you hate having to need us, hate that you were made because of us.
Hating us for existing yet without us your existence wouldn't be.
How can one hate so much, though hatred made you, is it really all you feel?
Did Lucifer make love untouchable for you, because he himself had such a thing once, he once loved and was loved.
Was such a thing left out of your reach?
Oh Vampire hate made you, love made us.
Will such a thing never exist to you?
Lucifer was cruel when he made you have an infinity of life that would be so empty.
You despise your father for making your existence so meaningless.
You a creature of beauty copied from the archangels.
You cursed with a perfection so imperfect, a walking incarnation
of an emotion so foul.
Oh Vampire, how cruel your existence is.

Description
Oh creature of night.
Was it lucifer who made you?
Did he make you because he could never walk among the world of man?
Is it because of this that you hate us, you a by product of hate
where as us a children of love.
Do you laugh at our sins, revel in them.
Knowing that the children of love are imperfect, just as you are.
Do you have wings that match the darkest of nights,
like I imagined you would.
Forged in the deepest parts of hell, they would mirror the darkness
of your soul.
Put on this world with a thirst for blood, a hunger unlike ours,
You take with no guilt.
You pity us for feeling everything, having such pathetic flimsy feelings.
But do you also envy?
Can you be jealous of such beings as we, us your polor opposite brethren.
Envy us for walking in warming beams, the sunlight you fear so much.
A warmth you will never experience inside and out.
Do you hate having to need us, hate that you were made because of us.
Hating us for existing yet without us your existence wouldn't be.
How can one hate so much, though hatred made you, is it really all you feel?
Did Lucifer make love untouchable for you, because he himself had such a thing once, he once loved and was loved.
Was such a thing left out of your reach?
Oh Vampire hate made you, love made us.
Will such a thing never exist to you?
Lucifer was cruel when he made you have an infinity of life that would be so empty.
You despise your father for making your existence so meaningless.
You a creature of beauty copied from the archangels.
You cursed with a perfection so imperfect, a walking incarnation
of an emotion so foul.
Oh Vampire, how cruel your existence is.