Poem -

Hallowierd

halloween's the time of year
where the undead rise and the shadows breed fear
when children carve their pumpkin lights
to scare the ghouls on cold dark nights
When witches, demons, spooks and ghosts
all prowl the earth with satanical boasts
of how they ply their evil trade
on the souls of the damned their profits are made.

Over the earth they cast great disaster
bringing forth evil from satan their master
controlling the bodies and minds of the weak
Lies and deceit are the language they speak
they know what they're doing, they work to a plan
to spread great confusion and fear among man
to keep us enslaved in our own raw emotion
and pass on this fear thru parental devotion

They lurk in the shadows and seek our submission
to our fear of the dark, the unknown, superstition
Our primitive instincts, Our war of attrition
and most help their cause in the name of tradition.
Its time to break free from the spells they have cast
to leave all our worries and fears in the past
those stories of vampires and monsters are fake
just tales told to children for tale tellings sake

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Rachel Hughes

Thats the best one I heard this halloween. This should win the halloween contest. Best of luck my friend.

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