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Violated Corpse
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Dying Machine
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The blood of a roaring machine covering stones in one continuous and commanding line
Leading the way, leading us to the heaving sputtering wreck of grease and iron limbs
Heaving and moaning and wretchedly begging, begging to be put down, to be annihilated
This grotesque world, this raging fire, this unforgiving god, he put us in this dying machine
He gave my father trauma and he gave my father's father blindness, he gave me nothing
Under a gun metal sky I am this absence of anything meaningful, I am created in the image of this indifferent god's boredom
Industrial decay and megalomaniac smiles and the blood, the blood of this dying machine
Screaming, metal churning and scraping, the iron limbs trying to break free, to preserve pathetic dreams
I don't know what I wish for anymore, not this but also not for anything, noise and fleeting loves and more noise
The noise of the dying machine becomes pleasant as I realise I am not the only one who hears it
Industrial triumph pushed to it's limit, derailed and shutting down, we're all trapped inside
We're all trapped inside and the noise of the dying machine has become our intrinsic shared experience
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