Evil's tool is a ghoul you can't kill.
Pacemake's placed to ease the races. . .defibrill.
Nighttime, rises he; and live blood will he be taking.
His overbite is quite frightening as he opens wide.
Non-sacred guy's "kiss" prompts a sanguinary tide.
Not weakened. Why?

Well, you cannot kill him with fire;
He'll just dismiss it, and you'll bleed.
Can't make him retire--
It's daily, not nightly, he dreams.
Can't kill with church spire:
Naught's fatal to this demon seed. . .
Can't kill him--it's dire.

Then, boy! you're screwed, 'cause this ghoul you can't kill
See--he's undead,
Assassination attempts are all nil:
Forget what you hear,
Because no stake in the body's
Able to shear that heart hardened
With Kevlar stents. In vain
Would be any effort to nix this bane.
He just can't die!

No, you cannot kill him with fire;
And sharpened sticks? Nix! He'll still feed.
He's got blood desire--
He's tasting your coursing red stream.
Can't waste him with ire:
Talk's fatal not to demon seed.
Can't make him expire,
Because, you see, it's a ghoul you can't kill.