The great race.

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Lemming like they serge and flow

As to their end they swiftly go

Swallowed up by death’s dark water

Striving for the things they oughta.

Racing on, not looking up

To sniff the breeze of freedoms cup.

Copying the lives of others

TV’s glare outshines its brothers

Missing call of sun and moon,

Arriving dead much far too soon.

A rat race headed for the sea

Enslaved forever souls to be.

But if they dared to stop and look

Another path, redemption took

Why then indeed they’d once more be

Mankind of hope at last set free.leming3

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