Smokestacks
with a
conscience;
Never
have
I
seen a more
startlingsight.
The bane of
creation, a
weapon of
consumption,
The sickle of
This broken
world. The
smokestacks
atomize and
scorch and
gnash, machines of flesh, tools for Eris and destruction,
with flues left back from 75 years of decimation and sin.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
Smokestacks
with a
conscience;
Never
have
I
seen a more
startlingsight.
The bane of
creation, a
weapon of
consumption,
The sickle of
This broken
world. The
smokestacks
atomize and
scorch and
gnash, machines of flesh, tools for Eris and destruction,
with flues left back from 75 years of decimation and sin.
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