The end

Everything is ended.
    There is nothing to be defended.
Sick man is wounded.
    He couldn't be offended.
Raise a hand stranded.
    To whom feet so banded.
Iceberg's so melted.
    Cool sun to be smelted.
Silence appears so worded.
    Winds from hell descended.
Speech at here deserted.
    The end is now appended.

The end

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