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To Hell With Christmas [as it is]

Deck the halls with bloody corpses
Everything is stained red in the raw
Get your knives, hide your wives
Tis the season to break the law

No one feels the love these days
Just obsessed with material things
Money is flying here and there
Scatterbrained shoppers scurrying

Like roaches to a rotten piece of food
And rats into a baited box trap
They run the race driven by madness
In constant circles, running the laps

Deck the halls with something truthful
Shed these shiny lies and bright grimaces
Sing me the carol of a new dawn
Shining a light on these dark places
Written by KittyFromHell
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