with a conscience
as black as grease
she lubricates the anger
till it rolls
till it rolls
till it chuffs
like a engine
no brakes now!
a new fight on old things
anger like a locomotive
(hard and fast)
deaf to the clack of the rail
to the Eternal Conductor
that blows the whistle...
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