X-mess Detritus by Voltaire
So many hopes
So many dreams
So many gifts under the tree
Needful things and passing whims and fleeing bits of luxury
There they wait for to surprise some eagerly awaiting eyes.
But at that very moment time starts counting down to their demise
For every dearest darling prize will hear that chilling thrilling chime
And become unwanted toys
For everything must break in time.
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