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"The Mechanism"

the clockwork grinds and turns,
the relentless fire continues to burn!.
and the treacherous clock continues to turn!.

the machine spins it's false gears,
amplifying the unrelenting fears,
the fire burns and turns the gears!.

the fraudulent deceivers stoke the fires,
while the uncorrupted masses climb the spires,
the spires of doom and they fall to the fires!.

the degenerate machine spins and whirs,
as children of men die of in blurs,
because of the machine that spins and whirs!.

the warning sign goes unheeded indeed,
as the mothers of sons fall down to their knees,
and they wail in vain to the sky and they plead,
they plead for the machine to arrest its speed;
for their sons march off and they die for their deeds!.
and the unyielding machine spins on indeed!.


thanks for reading =DWww@QuestionHome@Com

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