This has got to be the weirdest holiday season!
What is the rhyme or reason?
My reasoning gets blogged or flogged
Why go out when it could be the unmentioned fate
Fate is now or never. Nevermind the reason
The news is bad but could be worse, I guess.
When will it pass and come around to normal
when everyone is normal, or they come to get us
from our fate.
Where can we go to escape the mire? No one really knows
If we stay we can possibly sustain, but
we strive for higher strength
Glory is coming, someday it will all work out.
Carry on day to day, let's survive together, please.
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