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poem_037_Xmas_Marks_the_Spot
The children were sleeping fast in their beds.
While visions of suicide prevail in their heads.
Santa was hung in the gallows with glee.
In hopes that death was there soon to be.
The parents stayed drunk,
While children in their bunk.
One child crawled up from the rest of his bed.
Ran to the living room and was soon to be dead.
He awoke all the children with a startling boom.
He fell to the floor where he reached his doom.
None of them helped him. They really didn’t care.
For they knew this was the day that death was there.
Why this house that was once so warming?
Because they lived in a community and weren’t conforming.
Just like when the Jews killed off Christ,
They did this family in being sufficed.
Inspired by: Dustin Wainscott Dedicated to: CRAZY religious people of the world
Created on: May 31, 2005
