Ho, Ho, Heretic

I walked into Nietzche with a peppermint grin. Heard a bishop dropping doctrine like

a snow storm sent. He said, "The sun ain't eternal," and I

froze mid-step like, "Bro, that's the kinda claim you shouldn't ever forget."

I set my staff down, took a breath slow. Said,

"We're talking about the locals, man. Not some jolly elf,

you know." But he kept on rambling, so I drew near real quick.

"H- h- hold up, son. Don't make me go Saint Nick."

You're twisting truths like tinsel on a lopsided tree. Saying, "Christ is created,