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blackmailing God on the New Year’s Day

let him stay with me
you don’t need him as I do —
or spring will not come

I’ll make sure of it
the world will go down in flames — 
is that what you want?

the choice is simple — 
you leave him in peace and I
let the year unfold

for I am a witch
throwing fire and brimstone
in grief and despair

for I'm an angel
spilling silver and honey
in joy and relief

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