There are those weak and beggarly
Elements of the earth
The name of one is Christ-mass
And Easter, a second birth.

Now to the heathen world
These two were times of joy
One speaks of the yultide log
The other, of Babel's boy.

Their Mary by another name
Is but Venus/Diana of old
And 'her' baby Jesus
Is Tammuz of Satan's mould.

I appear not AS a 'minister of righteousness'
But I've studied all the facts
The Church in olden times
Was deceived by heathen Acts.

They took the heathen festivals
The statues and the fears
And deceived many in the 'body' into
Keeping days, months and years.

So it is unto this day
Like Paul, I fear for them
But one day they will know the truth
As brave Tertullian did back then !!

Galatians 4:9,10

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