Things made iron and steel.
things men have, warm still a life
the life forgotten who made them
he will cancel the machines
men with smash machines
They are like slender, leaves a web
scattered toys and maize
For God's sake stand still
as where where is
Are born dead as we walk
a tail piece, black matter
The wool into long, when the blindness
leaves, a long and web leaving leaf
monkeys, grim over faces
a look back in anger
WHO HINDER ME, THAT EVER TURNED INTO FIENDS.
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