And we drove up the mountain
Along the twisted roads that night,
And with little effort, we killed them.
The dark and pluvial conditions
Drew them out by the masses.
It was a sad irony for them.
Emerging from the saturated Earth.
They were just trying to breathe
And get a little peace.
On their great journey
Back to the place of their birth,
For a great amphibian orgy.
And one by one
They croaked.
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