Death Race
Phantom lilies in a murky pond
Memories distant of bygone
Days of a darker year
Far from near
The worsted clouds burst
From behind the sun
Forbidding and defiant
Smotheringly silent
The wild wind shrieks
Raging seeks
Lifelines to foul
Souls to devour
Traveller on a lonely road
Weak and barely clothed
Lies gasping by the wayside
With nowhere to hide
If life is a race to be run
If there's a prize to be won
For the horrors we must face
I call it 'Death Race'.
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