When the moon is full and jack-o-lanterns glow bright.
The veil so thin you can see through with plain sight.
Spirits of the damned walk beside us again.
Reminding with a whisper, the fate from all our sins.
Whosoever take not this heed.
With wicked tongue and devilish deed.
Will never comprehend the when or why.
They inevitably meet the reapers scythe.
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