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Gothic Christmas

This tree so light, this room so dark

This is out of my mind

Shattered glass; tainted souls

people aren't that kind

 

They give their gifts and yet they hate

while they pray to God

Save my soul, my tainted soul

Just save me from myself

 

This room so dark, and yet so bright

it's what you want to see

These rusted chains around my feet

it's a gloomy day

 

The churches sing out to their God

and yet they don't believe

In his love, and his compassion

for they have all judged me

 

The blackened windows, their darkened eyes

another Gothic Christmas

Thank you God for this suprise

why not **** me now?

 

Oh save me now, from your people

hands that are so cold

I'm not Christian; for I am real

I am not corrupt

 

Thank you God, for this day

another Gothic Christmas

Here's the church, at my door

I cannot believe this

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matthew
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Jul 14, 2010
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