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and all of his creatures
You can't put in work while you sit on the bleachers
You have to get up and get out there they're screamin for help
And they see

key-shaped
Skeleton
Cruelly explore
Every cranial path
Always closer...
Always more painful!

The sharks' fin
Is sighting straight for me:
Creatures or spirits

The Night Before Christmas

Judy Collins

Christmas at the Biltmore Estate

1997

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney

Ridin' my car, yeah
Ridin' my car, I'm going home
That means I'm getting far
Far away from where I was born
I'm just by my own
Searchin' for

Maker died
For man the creature's sin

So I might hide my blushing face
While His dear cross appears
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness
And melt my eyes

fag with a limp wrist, limp dick, stringbean body on some fuck shit, fuck this, turn a fuckboy to nothin, creatures of the night by my side til we

wrist limp dick
Stringbean body on some fuck shit
Fuck this turn a fuckboy to nothin
Creatures of the night by my side til we rusting
Grieving the sorrow

their mad needs 

for the sad treats 

the craving for riches 

scratching their itches 

till their petty crimes 

turn into encumbering twitches 

while

My consciousness follows the flow
While this vessel is swallowed whole

Stagnant creature, tortured soul 
Fading features, chest hollow
Stagnant

Advent of Insanity

Sabbat

Dreamweavers (Reflections of Our Yesterdays)

1989

head to face theWind that fills enchanted sails,
And drives you to your destiny
As silent sirens wail.
A sad lament for travellers

Held in the hand

gratification reach antecedent 
massacre and crucify the rest
leave humanity to perish in our epidemic filth
weep for salvation, while disintegration awaits

'Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse

The stockings all hung
By the chimney with

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

Liberace

Christmas Through the Years

1996

'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with

to sleep
Don't cry
Dry your eyes child
Cradled by it's grand design

My my ny (New york!)
Whatsup? (New York City)
What's good?
What's new?
What's real?

a look at what we've become
Senseless and empty creatures
Growing away from reason we sold our soul
For a distorted and sick point of view
In the end we

Separated by the astral plane
I descend into eternal flame
Demonic deities beckoning my name
My skin begins to boil
As hands reach from the soil

The pen lets me free
No man should see
No man will!

I was caught by my cousin
He was looking for his sword
Queasy he stared at me, while I was
Whispering

(The Flying Chorus:) Poor Teezûck felt overwhelmed
by his shadow's spite and strength,
so he sobbed in his home-nest
for he couldn't show his best.

blurry kid wipe the lens
A creature's bordering these parts and the locals hear it scurrying
In the woods for hours now my patience started running thin

of inhuman forms
Lustful creatures; devilish worms
Blood thirsty fiends yearning for victims
As they crawl out of the deep forests!

Where God Cannot Enter,

T'Was the Night Before Christmas

The Platters

A Classic Christmas

2006

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by, the chimney with

more dough
Get some more dough

Dos
Looking for a peace of mind 
While these niggas want me to hand em a piece of mine, uh, peace I'm out
If only you saw

For the wicked to masquerade 
Thus engaging to breed with the creature 
Contemplating her scent to lure fools 
To be damned by their sins 
Devoting

sees, but now
I'm walking side by side with creature than embodies seas
I've come to terms with my own nature that just gives them creeps, alright