Nonsense.

Irony (n) : As the official date of my adulthood fast approaches, I slip further and further into regression.

Alarms are ringing
And maidens are singing
This is the end
Of a new beginning.

The dead have died
And the saints have lied
All this compassion
Is fraught with spite.

The moon is weary
The night is dreary
What amuses us,
Is quite ordinary.

Your love is stale
My hate is pale
What new sense
Will now prevail?

Clean your floors
And bolt your doors
Now say the prayers
That will slay your foes.

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