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Written before Christmas, and still not any changes
When we are forgotten, and our words become lies.
And the dreams that we have choose death instead of life.
When science turn to madness and peace prays for war.
The evil inside us close open doors.
When justice stands trial and wisdom lose faith.
The Judge and the Devil drink wine on Christmas day.
The young and the old pray for the unborn
The Wiseman counting stars witch way is home.
Innocent and beauty watching the snow falls to the grown.
The perfect clown is nankeen digging in the grown.
Our stories been written but the writer is not done.
The Holy Ghost is back praying for his son.
B.E Nilsen
December 6 2008