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Christmas Witchcraft
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Christmas has robbed me.
I can't find my money.
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Hearts that batter
Need no butter
Its very bitter
It can't be any better.
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The gates of heaven were open wide
Like saints it was our time to ride
Our words were spotless
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Like the salt of the earth
That night defined us
It proclaimed us mother and father
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That island that went into oblivion.
With immunization success,
Citizens no longer die young
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Where are now?
The world you left me in is scary,
Human beings are still the same,
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When it's time for elections
Even fairness has no erections
Since trickery and deception are horny
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It's not will or pickette
But our failed commitment
That we get into entanglements
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Like the salt of the earth
That night defined us
It proclaimed us mother and father
And we had to push the agenda further.
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*Hello To Feminists*
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Standing with life realists
I dare the feminists
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Good Bye The Most Loved
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Farewell four star General
For you, we had police
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Fractured Soul
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We have had a taste of time,
I don't recall when I first saw you,
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We have grown to heights
We have even added some weights
We forget the disastrous teen age
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Different voices Differing Virtues
Different views Differing Vices
I want to marry my mother
Can I increase the volume?
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The Best Poem Of Bamukunda Hillary
Christmas Eve
Christmas Witchcraft
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Christmas has robbed me.
I can't find my money.
My year's savings have been ruined,
For the laughters of shopkeepers.
I hear everyone is dying to spend.
This witchcraft is real and tempting,
That churches and shrines share the same epidemic.
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Christmas has taught me,
The desire to impress my neighbor.
I must be competitive.
As if June wasn't slippery on my December journey.
I must show the world my mighty,
Celebrating the day as if there is no tomorrow.
"Am the most successful this year",
Christmas tells me.
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Christmas has really dictated.
Indeed am sad,
That I have to meet my meat appetite.
The life of the lifeless!
Sheep, chicken, goat and cows cry
Of the ill fated Christmas day.
As they perish prematurely,
"Jesus is born that they may have life",
Reverend's shout hilariously.
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Christmas has brought me home.
I must be born with Christ.
Fellow travelers were surprised
At how home has changed over the past decades.
They seemed to be lost on their way.
Were they also following the star?
But then why the doubled transport fare?
I doubt that the any savior will be born.
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Christmas has exhilarated me,
Did all this happen when my mother was in labor?
Did the people share the same madness?
I see, I was born in God's image like him
Ohhhhh! I forget my mother was never a virgin
As I wait for the new-year,
Christmas says,
"Be happy and jubilate, you are problems free. "
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8/5/2026 8:22:43 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
its good to fall in love with literary work. thanx for reading and criticisms