Christmas For the Christ's Mass

Come. me. come. you. What an immalleable moment Oh , Twelve days twelfth night Make me a victim of this true surrealism Come. me. come. you Commemorating the anointed In yule, we found yuletide In Bethlehem we found a world To the world wisdom rode On horses stuffed with roses. Candle lights or cannons?... Oh my, angels! This bliss they have come to grasp 'What a nifty memento!' _Hail virgin Mary,_ this she has conceived Amid procastinations, colluders hence, time dealers and connivers Yet, he be gratified, Him and the spirit ~gold is evil!~ for man is clothed gold Or man is mischievous otherwise sold Man is dark-light, betrayal is may Be him altruistic, selfless, patriotic All these shall flee, for man is greed Whencesoever, birth untold, time on hold feelings unfold- by messianic prophecies unknown He died! Aye! he twice did- yet he lives by the soul, until he returns again.. He felicitates with us, the holy masses of Christ