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Black chards smoldering in the late summer air Burnt flesh immolated beyond all repair Mangled metal machines lay desecrated All the victims have been eviscerated Gasoline and entrails scent the environs Smells barely choked out by screams of the sirens Traffic stopped for miles in every direction Rubbernecking to see the botched dissection Victims in car one - thieves of money and life Murdering in cold blood to escape from strife Victims in car two - officers of the law Working with the thieves; caught in corruption’s claw Foiled by a stalled semi in pursuit of greed Colliding with its fuel tanks at blinding speed A massive explosion brings fate to them all A more gruesome end for those deep in sin’s thrall Now forever bound to their scene of demise Watching the cars pass in infinite reprise Purgatory earned through their machinations Always reminded of their limitations |
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