Such a love for you, Weihnactsmann, I beg to receive some of these gifts I have written on a list/ enclosed in this letter I give to you. (Though they aren't materials) ~ They are of significance to me. Fulfill my dreams and bring my bliss//

Close my eyes, hold my breath, as I swim in a pool of defeat. Mud puddle ~ stand up to smell the steel foilage Febreezed. (Appraise Subtle's clamor.)/ A boy at his knees, studying Scrutiny's semantics, contriving his own version of illusions and Houdini hand tricks to upraise the double standard/

Six million lives ~ One perfect race ~ All hope is lost ~ Total chaos ~ to point at Life ~ Death gets misplaced ~ Ban with no cost ~ Freedom's Seance/
Proceed to squeeze any amount of Hope thru the throats of choking Rainbows/
Administer Potent Draino for the cause of dethroning Angels/
My, just look at the calender. It is time for the weary traveler to embark for Camelot, remove his Excaliber to get crowned King with a broken halo/

One shot scatters rebels, two tatters mettle. I overdosed on Despondency/ New drug on the market, tried sailing towards the artistic harbor but the docksmen never grew fond of me/ "Rejection!" cried the flightless partridge. Failure to jailbird. My Struggle, my hardships/ Truth is misled by Honesty. Promote separatism with defense mechanisms loaded in the cartridge/

I want to stifle Truth in his sleep with a pillow case of lies and petty promises; politician manuevers/ All hail the man without soul who took control of a country with empty consciousness as the disputers are forced to bow to my erected monuments/ Flags on map mark accomplishments, Imperialistic wheat benefits, allowance to reap beyond the limitations of this artistic beat brethren/ Run to corn stalks, away from materialistic street tenements. Challenge. How many lives can fit in one ashtray? Freedom and a ten-pace duel, I turned and shot him half-way/

(I want) to hand out promotional surprises: free shower head installation with purchase of "Deep Breath Exercises"/ Punch Coincidence in the gut and leave Luck breathless, my forged masses are the cause of any forecasted Blood Tempest/
(I want) False Glory to take the militia hiring spot, and leave a firing squad with the retirement job/
(I want) a perception of one-side three dimensions: bring me a cyclops. This Rembrandt is immune to the sting of the Night Watch/

Dip Love's deadened hoard into the bloodshed of war to paint a beautiful future on canvas/ Insecurities grow complacent upon viewing this wonderful rubble mosaic where all imperfections are tangent and disposable/

Proceed to squeeze any amount of Hope thru the throats of choking Rainbows/
Administer Potent Draino for the cause of dethroning Angels/
Possess anything of Value's caliber; Pitch the cross where Valor burnt/

Six million lives ~ One perfect race ~ All hope is lost ~ Total chaos ~ to point at Life ~ Death gets misplaced ~ Ban with no cost ~ Freedom's Seance/
Proceed to squeeze any amount of Hope thru the throats of choking Rainbows/
Administer Potent Draino for the cause of dethroning Angels/
My, just look at the calender. It is time for the weary traveler to embark for Camelot, remove his Excaliber to get crowned King with a broken halo/

Six million lives ~ One perfect race ~ All hope is lost ~ Total chaos ~ to point at Life ~ Death gets misplaced ~ Ban with no cost ~ Freedom's Seance/

Expect nothing from me but false staements wrapped in a jacket of Peace's soft cadence/ Take the virtue out of Patience; rape Virginity: a dignity's castration/ A Cat And Mouse Game, a million wind-up toy soldiers. Atlas on the ground next to my empty holster/ "Jump!" "How high?" "Drop and give me twenty!" "Sir, yes, sir!"
Suit up soldier, it's time to take your country over//