I came a c r o s s a darling little
picture perfect phrase wishing
peace on earth goodwill toward men
[goodwill to rings of fire and sulfur]

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hymns of joyous praise flow downward from the sky
and through the trees like wind. oh, how the wind
is in our faces! how we can see it, see it, see it!

(a c r o s s the hymns and happy phrases roams a man named Innocence Slaughtered and he is a big man, a strong man, a hearty man—I’m sure he eats his vegetables—and he is singing fa la la la la la la la la)

take the peaceful, quiet road to —-> joy, love, goodness <—-hatred, feigned affectionate smiles cover calloused, bruised, and broken hearts like magic?

Christmas is here and the bells are ringing! Oh, the bells are ringing ringing ringing!

are they ringing or are they dying dying dying—trying trying trying to live live live work work work SING SING SING Christmas cheer into the hearts of anyone who’ll

listen

listen

listen







are you listening?

can you hear the silent holy night becoming loud and dirty—condemned unclean like you or I?

(this sanctuary is crumbling, destined as ruins to be studied and mocked)