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Advent
Nestled branches evergreen
deep purple wax dripping
waiting for a King
the impending doom
of days to come
shadow the poinsettia bloom
Table set with crystal gleaming
Happy faces joining hands
I find that I am dreaming . . .
Holidays are hard to swallow
when the ribbon unravels
the presents are hollow
A season filled with argument
meaning lost in full decay --
Advent
You and I are waiting
for (what feels like) the second coming
the Time of which I'm debating
It may be now.
It may not.
Does it matter anyhow?
deep purple wax dripping
waiting for a King
the impending doom
of days to come
shadow the poinsettia bloom
Table set with crystal gleaming
Happy faces joining hands
I find that I am dreaming . . .
Holidays are hard to swallow
when the ribbon unravels
the presents are hollow
A season filled with argument
meaning lost in full decay --
Advent
You and I are waiting
for (what feels like) the second coming
the Time of which I'm debating
It may be now.
It may not.
Does it matter anyhow?
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