
π Halloween Dance Party π #HalloweenParty π
A petty spite, a profane rite The invocation has begun A binding threaded, spun, and won Their false idol proclaims the creed, Smelly imps Fulfilling some imagined need. Dance puppets, dance! So now dance puppets, dance Upon this broken shrine To reign upon this wretched scene. one... three... th-th-thirteen... From soulless plush and stitched-up things The tithe is now complete. Dance puppets, dance! Hollow imps fall to the ground ... RIP Β© 2025 otherworldlydrumstick919. All rights reserved. When will you stop scrolling? .

