Every
highway has a sign,
directing
to and fro.
Warning us
of the hazards,
in all the
places we must go.
Merge
right, one sign says,
while
another, warns of weather ahead.
All signs
are for the living,
it's now
too late for the dead.
No more
passing, along the way,
to go as
fast as you choose!
Yield, is
now the sign,
and Yield is
your clue.
Dead End,
coming up!
A warning
this lane will end.
Last
warning on a highway,
filled
with accidents and sin.
There is
still time to change your lane,
and yet,
begin again.
But know
this my friends,
this lane
will surely end!
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