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The train tracks that lead out of town are busted.
Few voice reason for reinstatement.
You authorities to whom they're entrusted
Have much to gain from their abatement,
Yet I laugh in your face. You faze me none,
Because once you had realized I was gone
I had already been long on the run,
Fired by this desire to keep on.
You're hardly swift and clearly out of breath,
Thus this outline needs a rewrite.
With no remorse I'll fight you to the death,
Grip the knife and twist it in tight.
Your best laid plans are about to destruct.
Farewell! You chose the wrong path to obstruct.