She’s dying, she’s dying, she’s dying, she’s dead,
Unzipped thoughts, a dismembered head.
Red soaked gardens, the smell of copper,
No one could save her, no one could stop her…
The Birth of Christ
The star of Bethlehem has risen, shining
And bringing us the warmth of Paradise.
The Magi had the power of divining.
They went to bow down before Christ.