Crickets to Bethlehem

No fucks given between the haystacks

While some rich guys bring gifts and snacks.

Amongst donkeys and geese, goose, moose, whatever The worlds most overhyped shit came to fruition.

A baby lad, probably crying, was deemed divine

By those rich guys when they laid an eye on him.

Maria was quiet, cause she knew the father.

Not Joseph, no. But rather some hot dude she met at a bar in mid April, Took home and made out one the same table She'd serve Joseph dinner on later. She wasn't sure if Joseph was suspecting, But for sure she was expecting THE CHILD OF GOD PRAISE BE HIS NAME

Jesus.

Just call him Jesus.

"What the fuck are you lunatics projecting onto my child?", Maria thought. Jesus was born and all was

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Okay, But how did she S҉H҉U҉T҉ ҉U҉P҉

So you really believe I҉T҉!҉ ҉W҉A҉S҉!҉ ҉G҉O҉D҉!҉

And why the donkey? S҉T҉O҉P҉

Are you okay? A҉S҉K҉I҉N҉G҉

Isn't the hay a bit spikey Q҉U҉E҉S҉T҉I҉O҉N҉S҉

Who the hell were those rich guys? !҉!҉!҉

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Cause no one dared to confront the norm

𝔾𝕆𝔻 was named father as Jesus was born.

Between Maria and Joseph years of awkward silence developed,

As her son 𝕁𝔼𝕊𝕌𝕊 was buried

In presents and praise, As he handed out placebo-effects. There's two more centuries to this story, But that's a bit too messed up to now tell the rest. Amen?