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Life reduced to a ticking clock, As shriveled men desperately clasp To slick tomes filled with diagrams Of shadowy glass towers, convoluted machines And factories with a singular purpose: To manufacture their own existence. The Plague spreads to druidic forests Where those who simply existed Overcome with glutinous ambition Demolish those majestic columns Which supported equilibrium While the world gleefully cheers.
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
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Life reduced to a ticking clock, As shriveled men desperately clasp To slick tomes filled with diagrams Of shadowy glass towers, convoluted machines And factories with a singular purpose: To manufacture their own existence. The Plague spreads to druidic forests Where those who simply existed Overcome with glutinous ambition Demolish those majestic columns Which supported equilibrium While the world gleefully cheers.
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
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