Christmas Victims

I didn't hear a scream
Cause I was deaf and bleed
Inside the burning bus
That has been covering us.

The crash on the Christmas day.
And nobody shall celebrate.
Such a crime as is Jesus birthday
Has inside out and should fade away.

So bury down corpses of trees.
Poor victims of christians caprice.
And nobody wanna hear truth
They are alive just like we do.

They dying with every winter
Oh why the hell I rode away?
The victims of cruel king Peter
We live with the dead everywhere...

01.01.2022