Christmas tree,
towers over all humanity
lighting up the soul,
only for a moment.
Unable to reach peace,
changes its colors,
foul branches rage,
madness, bedlam.
Becomes the cross,
mirror of His sky
above religious wars,
in the name of God.
Death inscribed upon
The Tree of Life,And drops of blood
In grace were shed.

All the best to you always





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