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Gaunt greetings for this troubling times.
Welcome to the Suicide Social!

We gradually gather under a mournful moon
And I can see in your eager eyes you feel
Like you’ve got to give to get, but we’re
Not here to damnably die, though we
Are here to kill ourselves; a small part
At least. You’re drawn here by your own
Vice’s vendetta and that’s what we must
Eternally end if you are to sanction some
Sanity, something you thought long lost.

We do this publicly not because we want
Others to see but so we can stop hiding
From ourselves. So that insanity’s intoxication
Doesn’t deeply root itself like when we’re alone.
There’s much wrong with you and I, yet
We’re here and that’s sign enough we’re
Willing to change. Look around at all the
Forlorn faces, all you see are eyes evinced
On making their lives better. They’ve come
To kill off the worst of themselves and
Though it won’t be done in a single night
They’re ready to balefully begin. Tonight
Their blood’s black, but tomorrow it might
Be a little redder, their heads a little clearer.

Kill a part of yourself tonight, so you may
Live tomorrow, this is the Suicide Social.