Love they spout, love they falsely declare,
Yet their eyes betray a darkness, a glare...
In twilight's grasp, the world meets its demise,
Oh, Christian soul, who claims the sacred name...
Black is not evil, It's a Style so grand
A beauty that's been hidden from our sight...
In Bethlehem's manger, a humble abode,
A savior was born, the son of our God...
In a land where snow should fall,
On a Christmas day, unusual...
The devil, once beautiful, desired more,
His craving for power, a treacherous lure...
In Christmas's glow, where dreams and joy entwine,
A tale unfolds, of Christ's birth divine...
In liberty's realm, we bear a cross of might,
Our skin, a testament to trials that tower high...
In the tapestry of time, where friendships bloom,
Mes amis, like petals, dispelling life's gloom...
In shadows cast by prejudice, a knock resounds,
At the door of your heart, where peace abounds...
In hallowed halls of learning's sacred light,
Where dreams doth take their winged and lofty...
Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way...