"And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?" The old things die. The new world begins to form in the morning mist. By tonight we will know its shape, if not its particulars Win? Loss? Toss-up? Contested?
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Coming at you live from the cusp of oblivion Let's see what happens
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