Let the witches sing in the cold
The zombies wither till they mold
The angel cry; tis a day they rue
Oh! Halloween's on cue
Trick or treat?
Young and old greet
Around the bushes they beat
Till they receive a sweet
Oh demons of old!
Fly, fly far away to the skies above
Do not let the devil growl
Thy sins to be observed
Keep strong, tainted mortals
There is always hope
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My Unexplored Humanity
PoetryMy Unexplored Humanity is a collection of heartfelt poems that delve into the depths of my emotions, allowing readers to connect with their own inner truths. This book is a safe space for self-reflection and exploration, free from any inappropriate...
