In the night they shall come,
Take all the children one by one,
Days and days the children are away,
When they return they are full of decay.
The children still have a heartbeat,
But what do you do when they say trick or treat,
Run you should as monsters sit in their place,
Don't retrace or they will rip off your face,
The children are gone without a trace.
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Till Death Do Us Part
Short StoryTales of how one may face death in its many forms. How death can bring some together, or tear them apart. How it can build some up or bring them down in a fiery blaze. An inescapable part of life, we must all face some day. The ending of a living...
