TWAS THE NIGHT OF THE PURGE

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Twas the night of the purge,

And all through the streets,

The people were running around,

In crowds of criminals and thieves,

As murderers creepily smiled,

People are ripped to shreds,

The police were being dialed,

And children hid under their beds,

Stores had been vandalized,

Houses are set to flame,

Families had been resized,

It is the government to blame,

Corpses lay among the ground,

Along with glass and money,

There are killers around the town,

This is most certainly not funny,

But to people who like dark humor,

With hearts all cruel and vicious,

I'd hoped this had come out sooner,

Anyhow, i wish you a very dark christmas.

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