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Blood stained hands, behind the door

Tell a tale, of life, no more

Never shall they see the light

Scared to death, they screamed, affright

Tried to free themselves, in vain

Never to be free again

Guarded by unearthly ghouls

Maybe this is April Fool’s

No, it’s October, all Hallows soon

When the spirits are again attune

To capture next, their earthly prey

Steal the human souls, away

But humans push back, try to run

They don’t consider this much fun

Against the door, their bodies heave

Try as they may, they still can’t leave

Locked inside this hellish glass

Together, remaining, forever, en masse



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