Epitaph Annus Horibillis
Happy New Year, I guess.
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Here lies two thousand twenty four:
In ways, the worst year yet we've seen.
And now here comes, again, once more,
The worst humanity can dream.
But I am here. And you are here.
And that makes we,
Miraculously.
And they may kill me yet, but they must do the work of killing me.