WallowBlacklake

Petrol bomb X-mas Santa, dear fat man Or whatever you go by. Today, as always, began with a sigh. The date, it appears, is oblivious to most. The birth of some sacrificial holy ghost. Ignoring this, they shop uselessly instead. Filling their plastic lives while others kill for bread. They abuse their wealth or so it would seem. Hoarding trees and things that fraudulently gleam. Time for this commercialisation to come to an end. The injustice of man is for you to mend. Gather your power and put it to use. You've accomplished nothing so far, So you have nothing to lose. Instead of distributing meaningless toys, Give barrels of g