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Unnatural Selection

Next of kin,
Trading arms,
The elephant slowly walks,
Along the white sanded shore.
Life has reason,
Crime has one finger,
Like a megaton bomb,
Don't pull the trigger.
The firehouse burns,
Go stalk the stalkers,
With the dog that barks,
As if he was a talker.
Unnatural selection,
Darwin got it wrong,
We keep going back,
Not ahead any more.
Driver of life,
Go slow or go fast,
Don't go through the red light,
Just to get past.
Luck is a language,
Spoken by a few,
It may be true destiny,
Or just out of the blue.

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