Terra-Storm

Here it is, that time of year. Where business push, Christmas cheer. It angers me, causes my blood to boil, the thought of such things causes my emotions to embroil. Tis not fair, to the great Hallows eve. Because of this plastic cheer, that business's conceive. I care not for Santa, or his inflatable Reindeer. I despise snow and fake glittery cheer. Businesses can't seem to get it through their heads. That cometh October, is the festival of dreads! Fear is a gift, one that's rather giving. A sweet little reminder, that we are the living. The veil between the gray, is tattered and torn Passing through the veil, they bring bad luck a

Here it is, that time of year. Where business push, Christmas cheer. It angers me, causes my blood to boil, the thought of such things causes my emotions to embroil. Tis not fair, to the great Hallows eve. Because of this plastic cheer, that business's conceive. I care not for Santa, or his inflatable Reindeer. I despise snow and fake glittery cheer. Businesses can't seem to get it through their heads. That cometh October, is the festival of dreads! Fear is a gift, one that's rather giving. A sweet little reminder, that we are the living. The veil between the gray, is tattered and torn Passing through the veil, they bring bad luck a