whores and tools
bring out the lingerie
its day of the dead day
a time when kids
get candy and treats
and scantily clad women
freely romp up the street
and people wonder
what america has become
and why young females
don't come home by eleven
because we're covered in nothing
baring it all
shamelessly flirting
with the beast at the ball
we're not afraid to show leg
not afraid of the dark
not afraid of being wasted youth
not afraid to dance with Angra Mainyu
so off with their heads
the "old fogies" so contrite
because they simply
strayed from the light
how can they understand
our fascination with the dark
when they seek the light
that fails to flood our hearts?
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