Christmas – by McBrolloks

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Christmas

by McBrolloks

It is the season
When we piss away reason
When some celebrate the birth
Of their very own hero

Their Jesus was born, then he had to be murdered
So that they won’t have to burn, for all of  their sin

If you believe in this tale, you will surely enjoy
All the other fables, on the Jesus resume

If you are too young to understand, don’t worry my dear
People will get you going, with all of their cheer
If this doesn’t work, there is nothing to fear
A guy named Santa, will bring you lots of nice gear
Bags full of presents, that will give you much joy
And later they’ll tell you, these presents weren’t free
That it’s all part of remembering why Jesus had died
Because Adam and Eve ate some fruit, and told god a lie
A lie that made him so mad that he started to cry
He made a new place, of fire and hell, where he would put everyone, who would break his heart ever again
He also made a list, of 10 mortal sins, things you have to remember, you can never ever do again
But if you forget, or you just couldn’t stop, don’t worry, because all is not lost
That is why god, sent down his only son, to be tortured and killed by a very angry mob
So that his blood could cleanse you and you can still go to heaven, and there we will all be together forever and ever
If this sound too cruel, and it makes you afraid, don’t worry my child, it’s all very normal, god and Jesus loves you and would never forsake you
Just don’t do what you want, because they can always see you, and they never forget, if you broke any rules and told any lies, be sure they will eventually get you
Remember all that blood didn’t flow just for you, and if you neglect to be sorry, it will flow all over you, in the form of fire and pain, in that place they call hell, for ever and ever and too long to measure

It’s a wonderful time
When we celebrate the season
The gifts and the cheer, it’s all for a good reason
All thanks to a snake, a man and his wife
A god that got pissed and a paradise that they lost
But god’s heart got soft
So he raped a young girl
And sent us their son
To save us from hell
Who he left to be murdered
In a wonderful way
So everyone
Can all be together
In a new paradise
Forever and ever

If this all seems too much
For a young and healthy mind
Don’t worry my child
It will never make sense
Enjoy all your gifts
Enjoy all the fun
But someday you will pay, the price for it all
Someday you will know, what we all know now
That hell is a place, where you don’t want to go
And go there you won’t, because everyone knows
When they nailed Jesus to that cross
He died for your sins
So heaven awaits
As soon as you die
But starting right now
Your brain will start to get fried

Years later, without a doubt
You will do to your kids
What we, the people who love you, are doing to you now
Start of with Santa, and a bag full of gifts
Then move on a bit later
To Jesus and love
To the snake and the garden, and to god and his lust, for a girl in the desert
Whom he allegedly never spread like an eagle, from which Jesus was born
To save us from our sins
His dad sent him to get killed, by a murderous mob
To save us for ever
So when we’re all dead, we’ll all be together

People who doubt, can still get on board
As long as they stop
To be a pain in the arse
And get with the program
And never more doubt
And before they will know it
Their brains will start to rot

Once they are zombies
The fun really starts
You will know it for sure
When they open their mouths
And they spread all their lies
And they don’t want to hear
That their good news is crap
And their god is a cunt
A sick fucking bastard
That you don’t want around
If you don’t believe me, go and read his old book
It is full of murder and many other crimes, things that will scare you, and never make sense, not the deeds of a loving god, rather a monster you would never want as a friend
We don’t talk about it, and we don’t like to hear, anything about it, it will ruin the fun, so keep your mouth shut, and never fear, as long as we all lie, nobody can ruin our cheer

So if you love reason and you still have a brain
warn your children, and warn them all now
That this sickness can spread, and it is everywhere
But as long as you can think, be honest and use reason
There is nothing to fear, and you are safe from them all
Because you have to be bat-shit crazy, and totally mad
To believe all that crap, and all of those lies
Just remember that they, a long time ago
Were once like we are, and nothing was wrong
But they got the sickness, the rotting of the brain
And that’s why they believe in all of this shit, about a man who had died
So that they can all live forever, together in a place in the sky
At the feet of their ghosts, with people singing and angels playing the harp

If you have a brain, and it still works pretty fine
I am sure then you know, about this whole fucking lie
Please spare your children, don’t let them fall in this trap
There’s nothing like gifts, to impress a young mind
Just make sure they don’t think it came from a god
That lives up in the sky, who loves them as long as they never lie

So enjoy all the cheer, for the holidays are fun
But remember that too much
Of this fun can do harm
And leave some with a hangover
They will suffer for life
A brain that rots as the years all go by
Till later they can’t tell, the truth from the lies

Happy Xmis Everbody!!!!

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24 thoughts on “Christmas – by McBrolloks

  1. I’m still putting up a tree (albeit it not a real one) with pagan decorations in the lounge and doing roast turkey with cranberry and sausage stuffing. All very jolly.

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    • I have a tree up. But there is no sign of a tortured dead guy hanging on a cross anywhere. The bastards stole it from a Pagan feast anyway. The winter solace. Hypocritical liars. If any person ever comes near my child with their jesus was born on this day for your sins bullshit I will have a go at them and their hypocritical zombie worshiping religion in front of everyone. I will tell my child they are a bit fucked in the head, so don’t pay them too much mind. Then I will tell that idiot to keep his or her lies to himself. If they want to believe in a brain eating zombie who raised up from the dead to save them, so be it, but leave my child far away from your cult.

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  2. I’ve got a nice thorn tree up. Painted white with some festive lights. Some Christians entering my home thinks I am extremely artistic with the tree. My comments on their misplaced admiration are usually muffled by a yelp when the wife kicks me on the shin.

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  3. Happy solstice holidays to all atheists, pantheists, polytheists, monotheists, pagans, heathens, agnostics, wiccans, wicker weavers, sceptics and septics everywhere.

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  4. Something from Annelie Botes’ book “Swart op Wit”. Coming from an Aussie student:

    “Political correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rapidly promoted by mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a piece of shit by the clean end.”

    Dit laat my dink aan Johannie se gesanik op die geloofsprong: hy kan dit nie verwerk dat die absurdheid in so ‘n sprong vir rasionele denkers ekwivalent is om na die skoon kant van ‘n drol te soek.

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  5. En ook iets van Christopher Hitchens”

    “I refuse to be told what to think or how, let alone what to say or write by anybody, but most certainly not by people who claim the authority of fabricated works of primeval myth and fiction and want me to believe these are divine.”

    Met geloofsprong en al is dit onmoontlik om nugter te dink en tot die slotsom te kom dat “fabricated works of primeval myth and fiction are divine”.

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