He’s deceitful, A barterer for your soul
The man your mother warned you about,
He’s a fallen Angel,
He’s Satan the one,
Living Down In Hell

He wants you in his home
His home full of eternal misery
He wants you in his room full of sorrow and screams
You give him your soul,
Now you’re walking dead amongst the living
He’s desperate for your demise,
He’s Satan the one,
Living Down In Hell

Lucifer’s satanic tactics are more than abominable
They’re wicked and pure EVIL
He shows you a glimpse of the light,
Then leaves you in darkness FOREVER
He’s Satan the one,
Living Down In Hell

Ungodly things lasts a lifetime
Your soul lasts forever
Will you be in front of Heavens Gates,
Or with Satan,
Living Down In Hell?

eternally confronted
each time Autumn slips away
by the ugliness of Christianity
blended perfectly with capitalism
as fat white middle-class *******
push and shove for the best deal –
my eyes recoil at the horror
as parents with the best intentions
place their children on a stranger’s laps
… strangers earning minimum wage
to help propagate a lie
all bent on creating entitlement
and grossly exaggerated expectations
on imaginary friends
both Santa and Jesus –
it’s a cold month in Oregon
for the spiritualist
barterer
sociology major
living December
in a nation of shopaholics
on their national day of rejoice –
I walk the streets witnessing mass consumption
of energy recourses
so thousands of twinkling lights
can show the neighborhood
how you love the savior more than everyone else
nativity in front
santa on top
retards sporting
a holiday mullet –
closing the door I am slapped
by the smell of pine
and hypocrisy
as I too
have a tree, decorated
standing in my living room –