Feel the shock, blow for blow, feel the strain, love the pain,
Pumping on, dawn till dusk,
Hear the beat, breathe the air, become machine, metal being,
Pumping on, never stop,
Smell the heat, fuel the engine, fire of wyrm, on I burn,
Pumping on, tick for tock,
See the sparks, up the gear, we do not dream, men of machine,
Pumping on, spring or fall,
Dig for gold, crack the stone, in the deep, we never sleep,
Pumping on, sun or moon,
Forge the steel, hell awaits, we are evolution, the mechanical revolution,
Pumping on, the new human,
Embrace the dirt, its all that's left, iron man revealed, his fate now sealed,
Pumping stopped, the cold machine.
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Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 1 - A Fistful of Dust
PoetryThe earliest part of my chronological anthology of bad poetry. Estimated age at time of writing 12-16. I both thank and apologise to any soul who takes the time to read these.
