New Year
As the champagne flows
And the streets are crowded
As the balloons float away
And the confetti falls slowly
As the people scream
And they count it down
As the ball drops
And the time is nearer
As the champagne slows
And the streets begin to clear
As the balloons fade from sight
And the confetti slows to a stop
As the people leave
And the last drop falls
As the people flee
And the last balloon fades from view
They are left, trampled and forgotten
Bloodied and dead
As the new year begins
The old life is killed with brutal efficiency.
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