With lots of war,
in this arena,
comes to an end.
A lot of marines died for us,
as we attack and we defend.
To proceed through christmas,
with lights and snow around the trees,
ghosts sneaking happily 'round sidepaths,
do drop those urgent emps.
They try and catch the elves,
or how WE call them. DTs
But they blink away and come back with presents,
to put those angry ghosts appease,
because this is not a time for killing, but instead a time of cease.
So cease to fight, and cease to argue,
during this time, if you please.
Because if we blow our houses up,
then all we do is freeze.
My rhymes are getting worse and worse but I tried to cheer you up,
so take the christmas spirit and imagine a little puck.
With twenty-nineteen at the door,
I shall head out now,
to see you in another year,
full of love and full of WAR.
Merry christmas and a happy new year everybody.
Had to have high, high hopes for a living
Didn't know how but I always had a feeling
I was gonna be that one in a million