Grinch
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Christmas Lights, Whose power so bright. But not brighter than the grimaces hung from every face in sight. Joyous music fills the air, Holiday decorations fashioned everywhere. But not a holiday spirit can be found, not here, nor there.
Echo, you privilege soul
Stand by as I pillage your home
Watch as they rave your condemnation
We have yet to live.