AxMinister - AXistential Christmas

1. We all must face what we all possess
When hope is dim, death nearing
Whether life greets us anthems sweet,
Whether we avert our hopes and feelings.
This, this is fate of Kings,
Or paupers, to guard what fortune brings;
Haste, hate, to bring us laud,
Yet death, is judgement bearing.

2. We lie to accumulate,
Yet the ox is happy feeding
Good intentions, fear, sinners adhere
Your silent breath is fleeting.
To fail appears to pierce us through,
The cross we adorn for me, for you.
To no avail our mortal breath,
The vail of life momentary.

3. So bring your incent for gold and myrrh,
The peasant, king and all beings;
Reform your need for corporeal fill
Make love and hearth imperative
Hail, Hail a song on high,
Let truth sing her lullaby.
Ploy joy not the inverse
For death, is life in waiting.