Gothics Christmas

On the ever of a winter's night, the moon shone high in the sky.

the glistening of the snow reflected the stars in the dark sky.

footprints left in the snow with drops of blood around, the shining red reflecting as beautiful as the ruby.

crunching of the snow being packed together and the sound sof the silent night.

death looms near.

The dying calling to their god, asking for redemption and forgiveness.

The good smiling as the star shone brightly showing their way to eternity.

The life that was ours is now his, our will is his to control.

He is our creator but those who do not believe are damned.

those of us who look elsewhere are thrown into the pits of hell.

Our own gods can not protect us, they are forced to watch us suffer.

tears streaming, people crying, the death silent.

The time has come for us to think,

Which side are we to take?

The left or the right, the good or bad?

Do we know enough to make the decision without being persuaded?

Do we really know our meaning in life?

Our life is our own, our will is our own.

No one controls us, We are our own people.