Christ wasn't born today The date's a church's toy But I don't want to take away your fun and giving joy But If Christ wasn't born today Then what else isn't true? What if everything they say Is just a way to lecture you? And if Christ wasn't born today Then maybe he's still God And maybe he did come back to life And he's really not a fraud And maybe all of that is true But you'd only know if you looked Don't believe everything you read Unless it's in the Holy book

Before, I thought it kind of funny, the gentle warmth in the air, because in the land of milk and honey, Everything was fair. I tasted the fruit of the nearest tree, and bark that tasted sweet. The fruit tasted of happiness and joy, and ecstasy. Her honey-coated voice rung out and echoed in my head. She said "boy, enjoy it now, because one day, you'll be dead." I knew Mother must have lied since we had so much fruit, and every time I picked one, yet another tree took root. I