Wednesday, July 24, 2013

A Machine

When you finish your meal.
oil the wheel.
replace those cogs, and polish the steel!
bits *clang, clung, clang*

Unfold the wings!
Wind up the springs!
Start up the furnace until metal sings!

Before it get's late.
Open the gate.
For today we'll be dancing with fate!

Down goes the sun.
You can run.
I won't quite untill I'm done.

And you ask why?
They didn't let me fly.
So now they all shall die!
*wooooooooo, Boom*

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