A time of
glee a time of hope
Filled with
stars and snowy slopes
The birth
of Christ a godly heir
And joy and
laughter everywhere…
But in my
heart it feels so cold
My
Christmas isn’t as foretold
Another
wound in mother’s chest
And alcohol
on fathers breathe
Again
December with this prick
Yes
Christmas it can suck my dick
And maybe I
won’t feel alone
If
celebrated on my own
No father I
am not your slave
I’ll
recreate it on your grave
And turn it
back as it was in old
To a
Christmas as once was foretold
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