So today we celebrate
A religion solely based on the dead
The dead are resting either peacefully or wonderously
Hell's turning over slowly and another inch away from judgment
Day everybody run out and grab your candies and merry with guised customes
Pretending to be your favorite character
Who are merely fiction
Face it folks we so off track with nature
That honestly think were serving a purpose
By venerating the dead
Who can't see or hear us
There transformed into another realm
Where we will once all meet
For our final perdition
Will we make it to our destination
Where ever it may be?
Or will we suffer earthly ?
Pangs that we once discovered
Our time during our living
No ones knows the day or the time we will be taken by father time
But one thing I do know is it will happend
Are you ready to die ?
Or will you standup for something
Rather than nothing ?
Recognize game when you see it
Don't be a fool learn about origins and tradition
For it could be an ambiguous ambition