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The air is weary and dim there's a feeling of evil within every corner of the street. I ask of you trick or treat? Meet my candy demands if you best wanna keep your hand. The reapers reap the ghouls creep while the demons speak. What a show now let my treat go. Give it to me or I shall give you no mercy. Your body will stained and re-arranged into a bloody mess is my best guess. So what will it be will you hand the candy over to me?