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Yule tide pageant merry go round second spin

such heretics pitched headlong into fiendish frothing furnace forcing obeisance toward primitive popular identified, honored, glorified father figure expressing devotion re: decking the halls of the mountain king, whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths sanctifying twisted brambles via springling angel dust (actually cremated remains of malefactors stripped of habiliments) during bleak winter unwittingly interweaving nascent (futuristic) formally codified bona fied religions unknowingly, tacitly, silently rendering quintessential premises obliging layperson to foreswear locally rooted secular treatises trounced, trumpeted unction voided wishy washy antithetical blind faith coalescing edicts over course of time became established Greco-Roman imposed group think disallowing cynics, diametrically emerging fanatics, skeptics who (if he/she did not recant recalcitrant reccommended recourse faced torture amidst throng of madding crowd as entertainment and forewarning gall asper those who held steadfast dissimilar views taught since birth, when citizenry reared as just a little drummer boy/ girl pipsqueak taught to stay the course (sans straight and true) bound without freedom to express contrary aspects of ways and whyfores, which controlled each green day and silent night, wherefore unimaginable ogres lined straying hip cats eventually ensnared within warpath, whence law of the land lend scimitar to smite any mortal man, woman or child with flaming torches licking the heretical body electric, while defiant individuals left to burn into decimated charcoal blackened, ashen corpse.

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