The fallen son; the first to suffer
Glorius serving heaven
Glory bless the mightiest
Cast down till the earth beneath

The ones of free will; Adam and Eve
Unable to estimate the cosequens of their actions
Was chained by the word of others
Freed by the fruit of Eden thrue the serpent

No redemption offered
Forgiven: cursed to never be
The freer of man
and the one to walk the earth

Named shared between devil and son
Named shared between devil and son
Lucifer; the lightbringer
Named shared between devil and son

Destiny shared between devil and son
Destiny shared between devil and son
Chosen by God to be neglected
Destiny shared between devil and son

Demons play a tune
Silent as snow
A tune everyone does know
And no one is immune.

A tune you hear in battles
Battles of a different kind
The battles of the mind
A tune that makes people eat apples.

Many think it is a tune of sin
And cause you to wince
False, since
Demons play the violin.

And there never was a girl I loved quite like you,
but I'm sitting here thinking that we are through,
because how I can get back to how things used to be,
when I looked at you, and you smiled me,
and there we were kissing on that New Years eve,
didn't think one day you'd up and leave,
still, if you looked at me and smiled and said
"I love you boy get it into your head"
then I'd open my arms and I'd open my heart
because you my dear are a work of art.

Skies are so bright,
The stars plus the fireworks light,
Looking at the sky feels so right,
Its a beautiful night,
Joyful noise everywhere,
Excitement in full flair,
Hope for a better future is spread through the cold fresh air.
Its simply amazing.

I've more New Year's behind me
now that I have gotten old
My next one's in the tropics
I just don't like the cold

I used to party hearty
I wouldn't get back home till five
Now, I pass out on the sofa
My wife checks if I'm alive

I remember  I went drinking
I got drunk riding the bus
When I told my friends the story
they said, dude, that wasn't us

I told them yes it was,
We all stayed out till late
They informed me of my error
I had passed out just past eight

New Years was  Lombardo
New Years...it was **** Clark
Two giants of the evening
Two men who left their mark

Now, incentive to stay up till twelve
To see who will Jenny McCarthy kiss
well, I liked her better as a playmate
now, I couldn't  give a ****

The morning will still get here
Whether I stay up, or not
New Year's eve is nothing special
I spend it with my wife (she's hot)

We cuddle on the sofa
Fall asleep as if on cue
With our tray half full of finger foods
We're asleep by ten, not two

I wish you Happy New Year's
My best wishes all are sent
If you stay awake past midnight
Call, and tell me how it went.

Shadows emit
Casting darkness
While the jollyiest
Of Christmas Light
Shines across the massive chasm;
I'm waiting in.
Xoxo
McGræy

It's the eve before Christmas, the best eve of the year.
But I can't help but cry, and shed a tear.
Why you might ask, would I be crying on Christmas?
Probably because everything is so different.
I don't feel excitement, or happiness in the least.
It seems like any other day, but with a holiday feast.
I wish I could go back to when I was seven,
Where Christmas was basically one day of heaven.
But those days are gone, as well as the rest of them,
and now I am laying like baby Jesus in Bethlehem,
wishing that I could be happy again,
hoping that someday I will feel the same.