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Fortress of the mechanized beast
A sanctuary from the homely.
Our heaven from the heathens.
Bloodily built
of scarlet dreams
and iron railways.

 

              Here
lies a breeding ground
for the demonless
frightened believers.

 

They
Trusting in rogue electrons
and passive kinetics.

 

              Blindly
Pursuing futureless
Technological improvements
of an imperfect design.

 

Fall
To the progressive art
of armageddon.

 

The truthes of nothing
but a nameless blight
plagued with inevitability.
Cursed with intelligence.

 

Oblivion unto oblivion
Deus Ex Humanicha