Holy holy zombeee treee,
In your light we puke and pee, Ghastly baubles hang with glee, On your branches, twisted spree. Skulls that grin in candle's glow, Bones that clatter soft and low, Christmas dark, now undertow, In the shadows, horrors grow. Tinsel twisted, like a scream, Nightmares dance in festive dream, Christmas dark, a ghastly theme, Where joy and terror seam. Unholy night, the stars are dead, Around the tree, spirits tread full of mischief in monster dread, Echoing wisely the unsaid, a festive poem of the undead. Under the zombeee treee, we lay, forlorn, As jingle bells toll for souls reborn.
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