Breaking Stones And Clockwork Bones Poem by Cody O'Hara

Breaking Stones And Clockwork Bones



Breaking stones
Clockwork bones

Below the earth
The dark did birth

The slaves who toil
And torch the soil

Mark this day
For we shall pay

In blood and tears
To fuel the gears

On which we rest
The time we stress

To keep us working
While the horrors stay lurking

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