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there it is,
this bastion of precise mechanism
the roots tremble, and the bedrock cracks.
upon the horizon,
daemons whisper of the last grain to fall
the ocean stirs, and the coast crumbles.
over the hills,
the invisble legion marches and thumps
the earth flattens, and the flora fails
in the deserts,
the sand swallows blood and oil
and the hoi polloi perish, and the gods scream
oh, these are perilious times.
this bastion of precise mechanism
the roots tremble, and the bedrock cracks.
upon the horizon,
daemons whisper of the last grain to fall
the ocean stirs, and the coast crumbles.
over the hills,
the invisble legion marches and thumps
the earth flattens, and the flora fails
in the deserts,
the sand swallows blood and oil
and the hoi polloi perish, and the gods scream
oh, these are perilious times.