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Death on the Highway

God's Creatures Don't Have a Chance
Awful, your body spread across the highway
Lifeless and bloody
Your soul long escaped
Yet your remains lay still
Till they rot away

Had you been human it would be a crime
But as one of God’s solemn creatures
No one raises a dime

Your battle against the machines of mankind
Is lost
Due to overwhelming odds

Your best bet is to learn
When to cross
And when to not

Awful as it is
Your body spread across the highway
Maybe it will teach
Another creature
To look
Before crossing
By
Published: 8/30/2009
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