It was on 25th…. in church just last December

Upon giving my tithes, I went home

I had done nothing worth, said the priest I remember

(Even Satan’s voice is golden; than of us, some)

If such Holidays were many in a year

an innocent child prayed with faith-

(for the Bible declares the end is near)

‘Jesus’d’ be born to every family that prayeth!

Such was when, the Messiah was born

Only to selflessly kiss the whip and tip of the spear

And die as written; to rise on Monday morn’

For the fate of the child and them that wail

For our rewards Jesus is gone, into His word blown a breath

Man shall be judged by what they know

Such that the innocent is none, and knowledge be wealth;

Ignorance will be no defense and you’re a victims of your vow

Now that I have only one lifetime-

Don’t sit and eat; I tell myself from…time to time