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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

The Curse of Being a Vampire

I can come out, only in the darkened night.

I'm treated frighteningly, in someone's surprised sight.



My anguish inside, torments me to my bone.

Did I ask for this? No, but I bear it alone.



I was bitten from a bite,

as cold as Winter's frost.

The life I had in front of me, gone now, all lost.



Why, with no heartbeat, do my eyes still see?

Why, with my mind still thinking, do I know it's not me?



Run away from me now, don't play the hero fool.

The smell of life within you, sets my fangs to drool.



To survive in my plight, I'm forced to drink your blood.

Afterwards, the guilt of murder, hits me like a flood.



 I was a good man once, never committing the mortal sin.

Then why was I burdened, with all of Hell within?



I did not ask, to roam the night undead.

Given eternal damnation, for my soul can never mend.



I thought of my ending, turning myself over to the Church.

But not until I find revenge, upon the Beast that I still search.



He is the Beast, who's victims, never fail to die.

Their life cut short, but their souls are never free to fly.



Then why did he decide, that my soul should be the one.

To decay in darkness,

never seeing the light of the Sun.



So I follow the path of death, and I'll eat along the way.

Until I meet up with that Beast, some future fateful day.



Then I will destroy him, so no more of my kind.

Because, the thought of your blood inside me, creeps through both of our cursed minds.

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