DAYWALKER

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Ready to die?

I was born ready, motherfucker!  

Come nightfall,

They step out of the shadows

Their kind choose to hide in.

For them, evenings are made for

Foraging the city for sustenance.

Warm, wet, red sustenance.

Aim for a vein.

Strike for a jugular.

Teeth first.

Their feeding frenzy brings 

The number of people 

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