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As the Year Draws Towards Its End



In its one-goal march to eternity
The year is here again, cold but comfortably
To give man another reason to be man.

As immortality looms
As the year draws towards its end,
Fighting forever in few fleeting moments
The world is waiting for another annual obituary.

A couple of shots would herald the new year:

Whiskies and rum will overflow,
Though much lesser than the blood on the street;

and the final murder of the last 365 days,
Welcome the first death of the hopeful new sun
For dying secerns living, a new living.



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