Those decorations are going up weeks in advance,
Evil and electronic, the Devil can keep his final dance.
The heaviness of Halloween, knowing that this stuffs real,
Tricking and treating for hours after an evening meal.
Nonbelievers lie in bed loving all of their dark and twisted demons,
Can't find one drop of righteousness amongst a gang of heathens.
Ritual sacrifices throughout the decades are written off as conspiracy,
History is his story, taken me a while to see the lies of everything clearly.
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