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By Emmanuel Williams

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I have fell on my sword

And fallen on ice

I slipped into drugs

And came out barely right

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Christmas, it will come

And the pain will subside

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I have killed mice and mood

And drank much to my fill

I have scraped off the paint

And led troops with sheer will

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Christmas, it will come

And the pain will subside

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I have burned fine wood

And burned bridges too old

I have led seven vigils

For bodies grown cold

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Christmas, it will come

And the pain will subside

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I have looked into the darkness

And I have found the soul

I have come away with the gift of vision

And a better vision of gold

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Christmas, it will come

And the pain will subside

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I have learned of Christ’s love

And the number he died to save

I have love for Man, I hope

And I can’t ignore His grace

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Christmas, it will come

And the pain will subside

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I have found the beast within

And I try to extract his strength

I have found the king within

And bring order in chaos’ place

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Christmas, it will come

And the pain will subside

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I have danced with Love divine

And I have tasted all her fruits

I have rode the beast at dawn

And stared lovingly into its face

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Christmas, it will come

And the pain will subside

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I have prayed to the one, and prayed to the sky

And I’ve listened for a response

I have drowned in the signs, gasping for air 

And endured every omen’s surprise…

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But Christmas will come,

And the pain, it will subside

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