On this highway which connects the life a dog is laid dead,
He has been there for a while without life in the middle of the road,
A pool of blood is being congealed that oozes from his dislocated jaw,
Everything goes on as if nothing has taken place,
Cars, trucks, and bikers pass by the mutilated body,
Nobody stops, nobody cares,
Each day a dog dies dog's death,
On one of these highways that connects the life.
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