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Halloween Iii

BLACK AS WINTER'S COMING FIRE ETERNAL THERMOFROST OCTOBER'S INFINITE INFERNO THE EVE OF THE HALLOW SON COMETH AT MIDNIGHT JACK O’ LANTERN SCREAMS CHAOS WILL COVER YOU DARKENING YOUR SOUL BLANKET YOUR EYES STEEL YOUR WILL TO RUN JUST ANOTHER NIGHT FOR FUN SOLSTICE OF TWISTED SACRAMENT. BLACK MOONS TURN CRIMSON AS THICK DRIED BLOOD. HARVEST OF THE DAMNED IS AT HAND. OCTOBER'S COMING FROST BURNING COLD SHARP AS ICICLES CUTTING AFTER THE WAR IS SILENT OF AN INFERNAL HOST DEMONS BOAST OF GRAND PLAN'S TO CARVE HOLES IN PLAINS OF HUMANITY REIGN SOMETHING COMETH TO FEED ON THE SUFFERING OF A SOUL'S TEAR AND MORTAL FEARS THAT FALL ONTO SEAS OF HUMANITY. OCTOBER ENDING IN ICE AS LANTERN'S GLEAM IN TO NIGHTS OF WANING MOONS AND WINTER'S DEAD FALL LIKE BURNING LEAVES ONTO THE EDGE OF AN AUTUMN HOLOCAUST!

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Date: 9/4/2021 6:57:00 PM
This is the III in the Halloween series, well there may be more, I do love the season and hell at my door. But, this one is not the warmth of the season but the demons that scream in that frosted night. Its open, the world between the worlds are thin. So read if you please. And know that hell is near in this season of the Witch!
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Date: 9/4/2021 6:50:00 PM
Welcome to my world, I am not a poet but an Artist. I will be dropping my thoughts here and there. Like bombs in the void of digital space. If you pick them up beware. In what I write there is no fuzzy cozy or fun, if there it is laced with razors and wire. Hard. In your face! Like death metal in words and space. Or industrial music drilling in your spine. Love me some NIN. I will talk about what I can. But, my poems are left open for your own experience to understand my words or NOT.
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