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One would think that when you run from the city

There are many places to flee

The darkness is vast, and the rigorous sound is astounding

To hear the creatures that creep in the night

Not knowing their doom from population

But, the city glooms and shades in spots of lights and obscurities

And the superficial sounds that softens the cries of nature

Think they would be safe from the prosperity, wealth and affluence

For that very thing destroys them, they become extinct

Some humans have figured out the mistake and are trying to restore

But, some have no hope; they no longer are here to breed,

The human race tries to renovate with stem cells and proto-types

Clones so to speak, experimenting on animals

Before it is safe to try it on humans

At what cost does an animal have to pay

To live free without human interference,

Investigative trials, to probe, inquiring and testing

For god’s guidance I cry

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