Letting children inside to drink beers.
Razorblades hidden in Three Musketeers.
Screams from the basement of kids begging to be set free.
That's what Halloween means to me.
Tightening the clamps that are holding their little heads...so tight.
Putting my lips to their ears as I whisper "Please...don't fight!"
I promise I'll let you go home if you swear
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