In this soon to end race
That everyone will lose
We try to be the fastest
And make others lose.
We often judge our actions
By what there is to gain
No matter if it's right or
Wrong we will do it anyway.
We were the one out of a million
That made it to the seed and
Still we feel unlucky and wish
We didn't succeeded
Humans can be disgusting
Full of selfish pride but if
You play it right you can
Win the prize.
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