Tuesday, January 25, 2011


From up above the bluish skies
was the Son the Lamb which evil despise
and his Father the King
who sat on his throne
as he looked down without surprise

"Is it that time of the year again?"
asked the Son with high condescend
and his Father answered
uninterested was he
"It is always the same as back then."

"They look happy, they are, but indeed forgetting
that this day is not for blasphemous merry-making
for it is I, your son
that this should be about,
not for fat men in red coats and white trimmings."

The Father rolled his eyes, "Leave them alone,
for it isn't even the day you were born."
And the Son scowled
defeated and dejected
"I just wish I didn't die on a cross."

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