Anger – like an oh-so öDD §tranger
To Mary’s holy baby in a manger
& Whö’ll also bump into You
Then, accuse You like Shu
Of being Whö’s the fool
& all while his drool
Drenches You until
Finally, getting your fill
So then – pushing him into mud
While spilling a bunch of his blood
Although – whenever your senses do come
Back – You’ll think: “Wh…what have I done?”
As You are holstering your gun while in retreat
Way back deep into Whö seemingly be §weet as a treat





