The lead coats the floor.
Mechanized destruction.
old gears worn by the work of ages.
quietly the steel pierces the stone
and the machinery walk alone
clanking and screeching their way onward,
walking with no friends
smiles light their way
beats of burden they are called
without a soul they are formed
years pass when steel outsells gold
still we progress and see the holes
bullets rain down as if gifts from heaven
machines walk no more
rats like people scavenge the ruins
walk along the skulls and shells
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