Steel forged
Iron claws driving this metal machine
Its cogs well oiled and disciplined
Carrying a burden with it as it falls from the grace of goodness...
To build
To restore
To unite
Now determined to destroy
It waits in hunger
Salivating....
Its hardened eyes surveying each square mile of its meal...
man has concocted its demise
It has given, by right, its soul to a need
This machine is the heart of all men...
Men who fear darkness wherever it lurks
Yet harbor its hideaway within the depths of their own soul...
Men who have saw fit to give birth to a creature of such disastorous belonging
And so it toils
Sweat, blood, and oil