Horror poem.
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Nocturnal creatures are on the prowl.
The is panic in the streets.
Our lives are all in danger,
from these evil monsters.
They have escaped from Hell,
here to terrorize our world.
They are thirsty blood suckers,
roaming free this chilly night.
We are doomed to be their victims,
our time is rapidly running out.
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