Sleep Demon:
At dusk he stands there.
Tall and gruesome, a nightmare...
Eyeing a caged bird.
Candy:
Hungry vulchers laugh!
Change once, use a robust mask.
Sweets have knives to kill.
Witch:
Fallen leaves potion.
Poison, the cure is moonlight.
Our day, so behave.
Ghost:
It's comedy, hah,
how only this time of year
they're happy and foul...
Black Cat:
Skin him alive, he's
bad luck with yellow eyes, hell.
Touch him, I'll kill you.
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PoetrySueño con un paraíso colorido, que el himno nacional sea un latido. The flag will not know bloodshed. Bad people will see what's truly up ahead. Yo quiero que el humano sea humano y que sus acciones no sean en vano. I want people to be treated e...
