Christmas in my room

Grey sky on shady snow,
The pale and green town,
Dark tongue walk like policeman inside, around,
I'm on traft of contemporary world,
Two crocodiles near the boards,
Totalitarianism by big mouth and long fine mouth of Sodom,
And from forest terrorist's dragonflies are arrows,
The Angels open seals in Apocalypse of John,
But from Hollywood i see the show
With only very big egyptian cows,
On large neck of journalist the tie of tongue wrong,
Therefore the sign of malignity on earth is only grown,
Nevertheless in my heart i sing like black slavic slave "let my people go", the Gospel song,
It is Christmas always into donkey's home.

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