The
road of dust
The
shapes in rising particles
Nobody
will care to see
The
vehicles speed pass it
As
if by chasing speed
Quickly
pump up the adrenalin
The
taste of speed in the smooth vehicles
The
pumping up for a nice race
Nobody
will think of tragedy
The
drivers will want to test it
Speeding
along the road
The
dust rising in the air
But
the demons always wait
Picking
up souls to take back home
Build
up the cosmic energy
Playing
a game on the human race
When
death takes its toll
The
crying of the departed souls
By
then it will be too late
A
life is lost too early too soon
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