Running away seem so inevitably
The same old drive by and exits
Its sad to see you're remaking history
Tripping by fears and of misfits

Im sorry,
no longer can i take you for a ride.
As the path I'm heading spares no retreat
Im living to breathe on my selfless pride
As this life isnt always helloween,
We can't be knocking doors asking for
Trick or treat

Dancing in the ****** rain
With zombies 
With riches and poor
With Gods witches losers and priests
Spinning around graves
Body parts bones and skulls
Secret theories pathetic clowns
And the devils
And rotten ego like own my....

Did you Even Hear a Sound of the Gospel this Year?!

(Morbid Angel Seven Kingdoms Helloween Hammerfall
Twilight Force Nile Malevolant Creation Lord Rhapsody)

What the jazzy hurt features when at closer look-
its time, tik tok ,arduous, deadly, scaly. slimy  rungs
So slimy for more absorption of the book of
tales and verse inked  for return
Walking with foibles- lettered with plough and puritan ruts,
The rungs dry tender meat of the young self conscious youth looking for answers clubbed with indecision
Shirked the nice fool squeaks hoping to hop over and get to it
Fastly set up ladder the affections of reaching
out to an impressionable matters
Discussions of hate confused by rescue from paths
Picturesque tunes and requirements really
have saturated the city
The real palace guard making from the
turret slips from the top
With sub taunting murmurs and laughs
the young still really love the ladder
that made someone fall on their ****
Yet to see them go into hiding
thinking of the inversion ...
they know they've been proselytized
into seeing it's beckoning for answers
at unintended reverie
Explain one must great glory
and to see our people defiant
when veering machines
make quick work of the synergy,
Our people must avail with no  conforming distain
for the free natural reign
that is glory,
speed and death metal in eternity!