Christmas came,
Christmas passed,
Sad to say that it might be your last.
Living is as living goes,
Hope is through Him,
And through Him alone.
The road you take will take its toll,
Disbelief will be the end of us all,
All too late when you answer death's final call.
Alas alas the dice has stopped from its roll
The fulfilment of your folly
The price being your soul
A past of ignorance,
A present of lamentation,
A future of eternal damnation.
Thoughts asunder,
Bodies broken,
Tears of anguish become common.
Gnashing of teeth,
Wailing of repentance,
As dark silence beckons.
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