Santa Clause is God (and it's a myth that he gives coal)

12-04-05

Cursed is he who does not believe in calmness,
for he shan't learn the error of his ways kindly.
Cursed is he who, separated from peace and strength,
the foster-children of enthusiasm and shared moments
that bind us together into the web of ecstatic community,
curses enthusiasm, cuts the world with bitterness
for they are like Lucifer, fallen from heaven
only to renounce goodness.
They must swallow their pride,
search until they find the flaw in their judgment
before they can fly with the wise
into the tumultuous next life.

Holy, holy, holy!
Wha! We know the tunes,
we’re wise, mighty friend!
Embrace me in my hallucinations
and imagination catechisms,
embrace me, your Lord,
in pixellated Television!
We’ll soar over the claustrophobic seas
of Evil; of retardation!
Believe in me, I’ll save you
if you make yourself worthy!
And you can.
And you can, and you can, and you can!

Good drips from leaves
into the petals of flowers
and it’s for you, hug the mist
chill through movies, through your mind!
I made it for you!
Good, good, goodness
it is my song, it is my domain,
and you are me
the moment you’ve battled
dramatic socialism, searched your being
challenged everything you don’t believe you can win against
at the expense of utter loss,
and then you win everything......

The heavens are celestial, baby.

How does this fit in with the title?

Very Very interesting. Although how does this fit with the title?
I love the sort of criticism you have going on in it. Nice rhythmic flow.

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[quote="PsyLynx"]12-04-05

Cursed is he who does not believe in calmness,
for he shan't learn the error of his ways kindly.
Cursed is he who, separated from peace and strength,
the foster-children of enthusiasm and shared moments
that bind us together into the web of ecstatic community,
curses enthusiasm, cuts the world with bitterness
for they are like Lucifer, fallen from heaven

embrace me, your Lord,
in pixellated Television!
We’ll soar over the claustrophobic seas

Good drips from leaves
into the petals of flowers
and it’s for you, hug the mist

it's all about it, man. God is a nice guy who gives you everything. There is no coal. Other people give the coal, and God isn't really a guy, but I'm pretending it is, since it is, well, everything except afflictive emotions.

This is the best thing I have ever read in my entire life.

hmmm, you remind me of someone I know....

I get the sense of someone speaking from a soapbox. not necessarily in a bad sense. But it has a jagged feel to it, which is fine, except the somewhat archaic sentence structures don't mesh very well with that feeling. interesting.