Hollween
This night is fill with fear the aroma of blood is in the air.
And plus this night only happen once a year.
Demons walking the streets craving for fresh meat.
As they repeat these three words trick-or-treat.
Because Hollween is the only time that they feel free.
And today they will be no running from the banshee.
We will be witness to this violent storm this world is trap in a meteor swarm.
Each day is a different form of stress our life is deform.
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