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THE FREAKS ARE OUT TO PLAY

by TheRealist

October 31. Halloween A Celebration celebrated worldwide for children and adults to dress as whatever they desire and are free of judgement... of condemnation. A night where the freaks hidden inside every 'normal' person comes out to play either; commando, or a zombie, a damsel in distress or might i add a naughty little schoolgirl.. An open invitation to ask strangers for candy, a game to see who can collect the most...... Halloween is just a game that is just full of surprises aren't they? Oh! Halloween is a night everyone looks forward too..... the dead included We like games too. We, the ones who linger between realms awaiting trial. waiting to be stationed into our eternal home a pick between; a forever scorching, fire blazing hellhole or forever be glistened by the almighty light. On Halloween night, we the dead are free to wonder back into the world we begged to leave whilst upon the stars the judge laughs upon his throne at us, knowing all to well we despise this place. Mockery is a well known game, played by many, deceived so many. Even mortals shamelessly mock the dead and tease us with life irony is they live for this very night to dress up and be someone/something they desire the most..... the things they so often remind thy selves are; abnormal, freaks, an abomination.. For god so loved the world, he gave his only son, to prove that he can and could give and take life as he pleases We 'freaks' learnt that the hard way.. Every Halloween the Gods are at play and so are the humans, but never us. We the ones the mortals fear And the Gods personal entertainment. These humans wonder off into the parade whilst we linger in the depths of the darkness He told us as punishment we are to watch them parade about us and celebrate the day of the dead, He who looks down upon us cursed us. To have a sirens call- to lure them in, sedating them with sweet nothings, BUT only one rule applied to us all: NO touching the one thing we freaks' all lacked; SOULS That's their sick,game to tease us by gifting us to caress the mortals ever so slightly but nothing more.... 'SADISM' is what we call the game in which Hades and the Gods play; and us being the pawns....... Well not anymore. Not this time No! tonight we will purge on whatever comes our way, Sedating them with the curse of a sirens call....... the one that the mighty gods has gifted us with, Tonight we feast on what the humans are celebrating; DEATH. No more hide and seek games, with the humans No more cat and mouse games with the Judges its our turn to give a good scare! Tonight we play our own game, We call it 'PEEK-A-BOO'! 'cause tonight we'll will give them one HELL of a Spooky night, 'cause we're coming for you!!!!!
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Oct 18, 2016
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