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Holiday spirit
Even when Christmas is at our doorstep,
I cannot find relief in happy caroling.
Constant anxiety overflows my senses,
These feelings are getting even more unsettling.
While sickness and death roams free,
A world broken, a planet in distress.
No escape in sight, no end to the suffering.
I’m on the edge, on the brink of collapse.
Can I take more of this unearthly sadness?
where is my breaking point, how much is enough?
My body full of tension, my mind in disarray,
Voices still unheard, the words spoken were gruff.
When will we start listening to our common sense?
How much tyranny and captivity will we accept?
I find myself unable to believe any more of this nonsense.
Lies, prosecutions, riots and disbelieve, while a country wept.
I cannot find relief in happy caroling.
Constant anxiety overflows my senses,
These feelings are getting even more unsettling.
While sickness and death roams free,
A world broken, a planet in distress.
No escape in sight, no end to the suffering.
I’m on the edge, on the brink of collapse.
Can I take more of this unearthly sadness?
where is my breaking point, how much is enough?
My body full of tension, my mind in disarray,
Voices still unheard, the words spoken were gruff.
When will we start listening to our common sense?
How much tyranny and captivity will we accept?
I find myself unable to believe any more of this nonsense.
Lies, prosecutions, riots and disbelieve, while a country wept.
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