This is an ode to the soul I destroyed recently. May it rest in peace. (or pieces).

My stallion strives roughly,
When you ran along the road,
For then I trampled you thoroughly,
For an accident deserves an ode,
An unintentional act,
As I tried to avoid,
Alas, your brain is on crack,
And my efforts were void.
Clearly your road ends before your time,
But perhaps not all is bad from this,
Mayhap your idiot genes are a crime,
And I'm clearing it from the list.

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