Let us rejoice, fellow citizens, for a new year is upon us. Today marks the start, only the beginning, of another year that will make each one of us that much older. Such impending doom!

What cause is there to celebrate?
What purpose for the smile?
A plot is in the works
To ensnare you and I

But certainly, I should shed my dismal melancholy and chant - cheer even, dance, sing, perhaps smoke to exhibit my joy. Yes, maybe that is precisely what I ought to do. I ought to join the mob in their common festivities, don’t you see? Become a sheep willingly blindfolded yet directed to the slaughter house unknowingly? Yes?

I think not.

I fail to impress when I contest a nemesis as potent as mine. It is most unfortunate that I will be in no such gay mood as long as time cheats.

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