October 27th, 2016
On every Halloween night,
a spooky mask won't be the only fright.
Beware of the Reaper on October 31st!
He hunts down children to quench his thirst.
To trick-or-treat is to merely lose your life
by the sharpened blade of a black knife.
If you are wise, you'll heed this warning.
The Reaper will be killing 'til morning.
He'll use a pair of pliers to strip you of your nails.
Then chop off your fingers until you swear not to tell
that he's been doing this for many years:
feeding upon children's fears.
The Reaper will use his dark blade of loathe and sin
as he begins planting cuts in your skin.
"You shan't worry, my child, I am your friend."
"I am a man who will help you meet your end."
He'll watch the child bleed out, beaming in pride.
The Reaper then carves out the intestines and insides.
It's quite gruesome but the clean up takes such a long time.
We'll skip to the good part, if you don't mind.
He uses the intestines to tie a strong noose
to hang the corpse by; they mustn't hang loose.
Dozens of gutted children hang from the ceiling of his home.
"With you here, my children, I will never be alone."
The Reaper is pleased because they no longer feel pain;
he does it without knowing that he is truly insane.
He collects dead children, but you shouldn't be scared.
Don't go out on Halloween, unless you think you're prepared.
Happy Halloween... Late Halloween
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Reaper's Plague
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