Silent Night

Twas the night before Christmas
The blizzard was the only thing
to listen.
White wash
Why can't anybody hear God's voice when he talks?
Can you really feel him
When you're laying on the floor
And no one walks in?
As he stares down
While you drown in your sins.
Or it it just a figure
Of speech?
So you don't burn
For not practising
What the Bible leaks.

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