Chaos in Pretty Wrapped Boxes

One of October's Omissions; 2009.

This is what I said when the wires started breaking
Fraying, folding into places I could not point to counter
This is what I thought when the world started falling
Snowflakes in the fields as the skies grew ever darker

This is what I told you when the screen bruised blue to black
Cracking panes of dirty glass, hissing out the last breaths
This is what I tried to show you when the columns started crumbling
Bitten by the frost that gripped just like Death's own hand

This is what it all comes to be when December comes crashing
When the bright lights weave around the inanimate and set ablaze the skies
This is what happens when Christmas comes around
Pulling inane brittle lives to the edge where chaos dwells and reigns

This is what we'll all come to be when the gifts are piling
Burning beneath the trees we kill just for the sake of nothing
This is what we'll all come to know when the skin is searing
We gave naught but wished to receive; as such we become but ashes
Remnants of our former selves - shells of what we'll never be

So this is why I brought you here
What I wish for you to see
Standing on this precipice over these tiny cities
Look, right there: Do you see?
How they drone with less regard
And how they steal and cheat?
The words they say you should never trust
For those grins hold only malice

There is nothing holy about this time
The praise and prayers are silent mockery
There is nothing kind about those grabbing hands
Holding hot knives in hopes to press
Into backs standing in the way
Not a simple "Would you please...?"
Just gross ferocity

So this is why I brought you here
For I wish you not to be...
Anything even in close resemblance
To the rest of the whole of them

This is what I said when the snow began to fall
This is what I thought when the world began to grow cold
This is what I told you when the system disconnected
This is what I tried to show you when the winds lashed in anger
This is what it all comes to be when December crashes
This is what happens when Christmas comes around

When Christmas comes around we're all mad in the head

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[NM Sarah]

Ha! So good! Christians are the least "Christian" at Christmas. This is super relevent and timely. Christmas ads are already out. The frenzy will soon begin. Where will we hide?