Over Heated I

This microcosmic soul, we must;

we do or die, we live or bust.

Into our skies, we grind and thrust,

unto days end, we’re living dust.

And, to that end, we race, we trust,

we’re fooled into, each grain of rust.

One more death, we’re almost there,

(let’s) celebrate our death with care.

This one of many souls we’ll rake,

we’re given all, we can forsake.

And too, our children’s lives, we’ve cheated;

children die when over heated.

Eyes wide shut, we can't defend,

we’re racing towards our stifled end.

This one of many deaths we’ll live,

we’re given all, we had to give.

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