The night before Christmas
The night before
Christmas
And all through
the night
Sickly sweet blood flows in
the rain
A short
muffled cry, can't hide the pain.
Oh God help me and my best
friend
Not to
die, not to meet this dark end.
Dark shapes spew green fire
towards us
Grim faces, cold
eyes issue our red reply.
The lucky will disappear into
the dark sky
But it's the night before
Christmas
Supposed good
will towards men.
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