Death Cry of the Machine

Death Cry of the Machine

Stunned by the endless noise

In a grey state of mind

The hours only expand

Taking more precious ground

/

There’s a rift in the earth

Lacerating us from the inside

Through the steady bleak nights

As castles burn bright red

/

There’s only wilderness ahead

Littered with the charred scraps of metal

From our fallen machine colossus

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