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The Last Toast

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The Last Toast (1934) is a bitter, unflinching drinking poem that raises a glass to ruin, betrayal, and the absence of God — eight lines of devastating honesty. "The world, so merciless and rough, / And God, who wasn't there." 
I'm drinking to a ruined home,
And to my life in hell,
To us together, yet alone,
And to you too, as well, —
To lies of lips, betraying love,
That ice-cold deathly stare,
The world, so merciless and rough,
And God, who wasn't there.
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