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Time, a concept lost to us who remember,
Us who have seen the eons pass before our eyes,
Who have watched the inevitably repeating line of history,
Us who have seen ages of pain flow by,
Who grow weary of the stupidity,
Of the pointless strife,
Of the endless bickering,
Never ceasing,
Barely slowing,
We who feed on life itself,
Who walk in death and pain,
We who hunt in the dark of night,
Hungering for the sweet nectar of life,
For the taste of delicious crimson Blood,
For the sweet struggles of death,
Always Lusting,
Forever Hunting.
Inevitably repeating.
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