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YuleTied
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NoN (Nativity of Naivety)
Death bells like snow bells
Tell of the cold of our cold
Hunger and waste overlooked
Plague of greed and lies overtakes
Takes you to a places of small pleasure
Forgotten is a days time waiting for another
The worlds cancer is a covet spell
A mass media slavery you all don
The dawn of realization needs to be
non of this holiday I prefer blasphemy
No silent night or white light to give you peace
Peace of mind comes from that which is inside
Look inside and you will see the answers and ugliness
Bitter cold as the winters of our discontent
Suffering doesn't stop for holidays
Over ruled by greed and hypocrisy
Religion slaves as government reaps
Save it all for more to breathe, be
we took those idle idols so seriously
There is nothing in the end
Just death wrapped in a bow
A gift we never wanted
A promise we keep so close
Dead trees and scars
nothing in my hands
and nothing in our hearts
No gods in the sky
no reason for the lies
No silent night or white light to give you peace
Peace of mind comes from that which is inside
Look inside and you will see the answers and ugliness
Bitter cold as the winters of our discontent
A mass of ignorance celebration day
whist many more suffer and pass away
No gift, no love, no place to feel
Forgotten forever, never known what was real
I cant play into these atrocities
I choose to be the being I am
I will always live in what you call
Blasphemy
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Minacious vesper
02:06
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