i am your cog
binding, fourth wheel
between God's log
and man's cold steel
turning
ever
tired
never
loving
complete
hating
discrete
making
fresh new
inno...
...vate you
greesing
molding
growing
refine...
...pressed
stamped
package
all mine
with pas-
-sion does
in an-
-ger shoves
moves out
carry's
enroute
tarry's
not for
them, nor
I, just
our, more
complex
turned vex
matrix
cog...
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