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The cold night of All Hallows draws near though the reason is somewhat less clear; The reigning esthetic is Gothic-Poetic and sugar eclipses all fear . . . The idea that spirits abound, that The Dead ever hover around, is a lie straight from Hell and a fable to sell souls and sugar, per ounce and per pound. Halloween: put a mask on the mess. As a nation, we ought to confess that our sin’s overflowing; our evil is showing— we’re due for a trick, I would guess. Using candy, they settle the score: secret weapon in Lucifer‘s war for this treat dietetic we’re pre-diabetic, dressed up as the ghosts that we are.
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
Hallowed Limericks, Even
The cold night of All Hallows draws near though the reason is somewhat less clear; The reigning esthetic is Gothic-Poetic and sugar eclipses all fear . . . The idea that spirits abound, that The Dead ever hover around, is a lie straight from Hell and a fable to sell souls and sugar, per ounce and per pound. Halloween: put a mask on the mess. As a nation, we ought to confess that our sin’s overflowing; our evil is showing— we’re due for a trick, I would guess. Using candy, they settle the score: secret weapon in Lucifer‘s war for this treat dietetic we’re pre-diabetic, dressed up as the ghosts that we are.
All Hallows Even 2018 The night before All Saints Day AKA Reformation Day in some Protestant Nations
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
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