The Nightmare of Christmas

The world witnessed screams, a display so displeased. Truthholders were unfazed by this strange, troubled feast. Seeking guidance amid sordid knowns and cues, their concealed pasts, corruption, and ensnaring ruse.
Though the world knew, they hid behind a guise, Obscuring histories and deceit beneath their lies. The wise, unwavering, embraced truth's purest form. Their education was rooted, impervious to the norm.
The school of life, where knocks shape our being, Wisdom sprouts when adversities leave us reeling. Yet, when ceaseless knocks shadow the road ahead, Countless seasons pass, burdens weighing like lead.
Witnessing offspring, time slipping through our grasp, Watching them enslaved, enduring a dire, tragic clasp. Amidst "festive" joy, as trees are adorned in glee, gifts are given away, hoping that a gift is not me.
I learned, painfully, of this peculiar day, Where wrapped in splendor, my children were given away. Their festivities and worship, a veil to behold, No savior they revered could save me, truth foretold.
Yet, amidst God's gaze, time relentlessly moved, Years of anguish wove love, our spirits behooved. A revelation unfolded, allowing many to perceive, Evil transformed to good, the path to freedom to achieve.
Crystal clear, in agreement with divine decree, our freedom's anchor resides within our progeny. Some cried, "Ridiculous!" blind to what could be seen, Unaware, in their ignorance, dwelling in a false sheen.
God and Nature are architects of cosmic laws. Humans, assuming knowledge, often falter in flaws. Bibles guide conduct and preach honor and grace. Yet selfishness reigns, disregarding others' place.
Their actions and fate fall on deafened ears. Years have passed, and truths have been ignored despite the tears. Forgiveness is bestowed upon free trespassers to reveal a world where justice and love can decree.
Culture is mentioned often, and its roots are claimed to be theirs. Yet where are the proofs, the relics they've shown? Dig deeper and unearth history's unveiled spree. The culture they wield, it's ours, yours, and mine to see.
Just, John
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