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
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