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Until the mid-19th century, Christians viewed the Christmas tree as a heathen pagan custom. Pagans would bring fir trees into their homes at Yuletide because it represented everlasting life and fertility. In fact the bible specifically says not to us

 

Havin’ to address the Sols on the Solstice. 
 
To keep it kosher, with the Colt on the holster. 
 
To die for the cause, the descendant of Ali. 
 
“Even though I walk through the darkest valley,” to meditate, to rally. 
 
To live my second life in Cali, w

 

Shhh, the mystique, the Cherokee like Creek. 
 
The Beast from the East, is this D.C.? 
 
The Washington Monument, the Kundalini Chi. 
 
Or the Tower of Babel, the turtle in the half shell. 
 
The pop quiz wiz, or is this the final exam? 
 
See how you’re c

The tragic “mask” that enhances the immortal mind. 
 
 The New Moon to ruin, but this ain’t the Boston Bruin. 
 
Having to adjust, and I already proved my point. 
 
Your last class act was to pretend to anoint. 
 
So your salvation is wasted, I smell your fe

Is it logical to think you're dying as you're born? 
 
And it can be confusing when your soul is foreign. 
 
The Babylonian Rites, the Nephilim that inherit light. 
 
Instead of using a pen, we use to type. 

 So Land Before Time and Back to the Future. 
 
At

Your fate the cockpit, and you think that’s how you make it. 
 
Wanting to rate, with the debate, so we continue to sedate. 
 
To collect the check, to prosecute all together. 
 
And to inherit the “Gift of the Feather.” 
 
And that’s when you’re Heather,

In the Obama era, did they calculate the A.I. errors? 
 The new King of the Hill, and this ain’t down south. 
 
Did it compute the terrorist Austin, Texas arrest? 
 
Or was this the dealing of the new Illuminati Rex? 
 
Wanting to mix? Ur insane to try

 
To construct a complete thought. 
 
The double-bladed that speaks its mind. 
 
The constitution is used as mana. 
 
To work in the yellow lab, is this bananas? 


 Land Before Time. 
 
The Pythagorean Degree, to agree. 
 
To self-destruct, too much, it sucks. 

Frau Perchta, the Terrifying Christmas Witch. Frau Perchta isn’t as well known as Krampus these days, which is a shame, because this Christmas-time goddess/witch/all-around-terrifying-gal deserves a lot more press. She’s a staple in the Alpine region

 

The Full Moon that’s bright, the precipitous, the Fall. 
 
With December having my back, the Silver Pack, the Call. 
 
For you, the MTV Unplugged, to be trapped in the box. 
 
And you think the Fox has your back? 
 
And ur addicted to crack, with the plas

 

The Sun that sets, when love is put to rest.

Or is this a test? To check on the boo.

My bad, this is Casper, a dead lingering spirit.

What's the Good Word? The next habitual lyric.

To keep it real, to judge the dead.

When I was young, the col

Sin-Eater



Sunfire, to hire, to sacrifice to Him.

Do I have free will when I inherit the Djinn?

A Few Good Men, to market Sin, my 8th House that stings.

The water that slips through His fingers, but with material, it’s green.

And to think

To live my second life, happily ever after.

The Land Before Time, the prelude, the next chapter.

We use to do the F-22 Raptor.

All jokes aside, but we promote laughter.

Now the Loch Ness, the risk, this the new blood oath.

To inherit both, both

The listening of rock, to start from the bottom up.

To get your fill of the Babylonian Cup, to strain the fat.

To isolate the gene, the aftermath, your bloodline is crap.

Your friend that's whack, he's in over his head.

And that's who you wake

The hush puppy that grew.

To enlighten those that hire.

To bring the Chosen Ones the fire.

"Liar, Liar, pants on fire!"

The joke that served its purpose.

To shop at an outlet, the circuit.

In other words, you heard.

That this is the Unclean Bird.

To rule wit

 
The FPS, the NBA, and the NFL. 
 
The ol’ school “Major League Gaming,” to break open the shell. 
 
To slither, when sols wither, I’m not ur babysitter. 
 
The shame that covers, you never had a chance. 
 
At first glance, your body then turns into stone. 
 

Havin to hush the Orange Crush, wanting to crush your sol's lust.

In God We Trust? What's the fuss, to run into Rosa Parks, the back of the bus.

Now you're hurt, too much to flirt, bc ur too blind to know ur worth.

Now was that about race? To take th

  
With your laugh, the gas, you have to fight for last. 

  
The Space Jam, the blast, to off the color gray. 

  
And you thought that you were at peace, with the charade, the color blazed. 

  
For you to smoke, to choke, and for the lap dance, you're s