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Merry Christmas The Things That Define Us So much pain So much love So much joy We have been to hell and back. We have been up and down. We have found out how strong we are. The things that define us are on the inside. The iron will to survive. The softness towards the innocents in this world. The delight in all things wonderous. Yes that is the life of our people. Lo, there do I see my father. Lo, there do I see my mother. And my sister and my brother Lo, there do I see the line of my people Back to the beginning. Lo, they do call to me. They bid me take my place among them In the halls of Valhalla Where the brave may live forever. Never give up. Never give in. Never. Never. Joy is your inheritance. Strength is your inheritance. Be joyful this Yule. When the wild wind howls know that you are part of it!

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Dec 20, 2015

Dec 20, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC

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For my daughter at Christmas

Merry Christmas The Things That Define Us So much pain So much love So much joy We have been to hell and back. We have been up and down. We have found out how strong we are. The things that define us are on the inside. The iron will to survive. The softness towards the innocents in this world. The delight in all things wonderous. Yes that is the life of our people. Lo, there do I see my father. Lo, there do I see my mother. And my sister and my brother Lo, there do I see the line of my people Back to the beginning. Lo, they do call to me. They bid me take my place among them In the halls of Valhalla Where the brave may live forever. Never give up. Never give in. Never. Never. Joy is your inheritance. Strength is your inheritance. Be joyful this Yule. When the wild wind howls know that you are part of it!

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From France my people came From Bordeaux and from Avesnes When 1700 was yet to know It was a long long time ago I have been called back there Again and again And love it so And Paris has fed my soul my soul My heart breaks France attacked this way The City of Lights under siege.

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Jan 12, 2015

Jan 12, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC

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Sous Attaque

From France my people came From Bordeaux and from Avesnes When 1700 was yet to know It was a long long time ago I have been called back there Again and again And love it so And Paris has fed my soul my soul My heart breaks France attacked this way The City of Lights under siege.

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Proponents of the plague Henchman Obedient cogs in the endless wheel Blooddrunk money ****** We feel your oppressive ways Your boot against our neck Your hand in our pocket Your lidless eye on us Your lash upon our back Your hunger to enslave the next generation Hide the Children

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Dec 29, 2014

Dec 29, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC

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Hide the Children

Proponents of the plague Henchman Obedient cogs in the endless wheel Blooddrunk money ****** We feel your oppressive ways Your boot against our neck Your hand in our pocket Your lidless eye on us Your lash upon our back Your hunger to enslave the next generation Hide the Children

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My body cries My mind rattles Nations invade, they raid, they terrorize, mutilate, persecute Where does the light of human conscience burn?

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Dec 29, 2014

Dec 29, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC

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Amidst all This

My body cries My mind rattles Nations invade, they raid, they terrorize, mutilate, persecute Where does the light of human conscience burn?

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9 old people in black robes 100 men and women and one man put them there 435 people fight tooth and nail Oh Money Honey thats behind them all Oh Money Honey faceless grasping sociopaths

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Dec 29, 2014

Dec 29, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC

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Goings On

9 old people in black robes 100 men and women and one man put them there 435 people fight tooth and nail Oh Money Honey thats behind them all Oh Money Honey faceless grasping sociopaths

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With no paradigm to guide me I am lost with no words to write My Conscience is losing ground My speech fades with the light Forlorn Mistress of my soul No pagan muse present Each word, each phrase is wrung From my minds contents Fruits, breads, wild nuts, rare wines On all of this I have dined But later in the Night I have eaten the Bitter bread of thought: Battles fought out in the Sun Battles waged in darkened rooms Won before begun

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Dec 29, 2014

Dec 29, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC

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Poli

With no paradigm to guide me I am lost with no words to write My Conscience is losing ground My speech fades with the light Forlorn Mistress of my soul No pagan muse present Each word, each phrase is wrung From my minds contents Fruits, breads, wild nuts, rare wines On all of this I have dined But later in the Night I have eaten the Bitter bread of thought: Battles fought out in the Sun Battles waged in darkened rooms Won before begun

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Survive yourself first Discover your thirsts Quench them but in quiet waters Find the path among the twisted roots Invent the peace that does not exist Be your day

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Dec 29, 2014

Dec 29, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC

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Master Yourself

Survive yourself first Discover your thirsts Quench them but in quiet waters Find the path among the twisted roots Invent the peace that does not exist Be your day

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Never forgotten Always alive Here with me I will not let even your passing Be anything but a thing of beauty As all of you was perfect You are an angel now Bright and shining as Snow atop a Christmas tree You rescued me over and over Again You will live as long as I As long as my heart beats there you reside The coolest friend The warmest heart.

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Dec 15, 2014

Dec 15, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC

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Molly

Never forgotten Always alive Here with me I will not let even your passing Be anything but a thing of beauty As all of you was perfect You are an angel now Bright and shining as Snow atop a Christmas tree You rescued me over and over Again You will live as long as I As long as my heart beats there you reside The coolest friend The warmest heart.

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