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"American Vampires" by Ben Scheg

I hear they wear flesh

Crafted like clothes,

I hear they eat slaves

And spit out their bones.


Profoundly profuse

With perilous presence.

Wells full of blood

Drawn from earth's essence.


The sea is a grave

For those things that don't die.

Immortal amalgams

Which suffocate life.


They once had a god

But they killed him in spite.

Now they feed on his corpse

And grow strong in the night.

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