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Drinking from the chalice of times gone by,

a little Christmas not to cheer.

Memories swirling in the darkness,

as I celebrate the mass of the damned.

Those who never carried spirit in there soul,

are doomed to carry the chains of Marley.

Little sips of bitter liquid selfishness,

burning my insides on the way down.

I give no peace to those I chant,

for they shall bear the results of ignorance.