diesel atomic guides furiosly drive
themselves into one another.
suicidal dispensation..
a violent oratory of flaming pistons
spin and burn their manifold blessings
faster and faster.
under penzoil annoitings they
ressurect the metallic fossil
fueled fist..
second son of the industrial ethic.
plums of black smoke in the
lower districts chokes back and
passes down the sins of the fathers.
emission... omission..
strait and narrow is the way...
glow plugs light the elemental
skeletons, carbon combust
where no sun shines.
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