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Evil

Humid moisture in the air:
it saps the body
of its will to work,
rusts away the machines
constructing our monuments
to the beauty of humankind,
erodes and corrodes
every noble work
we dream up.

Silly barometric priests:
we cannot defeat it,
eradicate or beat it.
All we can do
is persevere
in our noble works,
building up in hope
that we will outgain it
for the time being.
Written by mjs211 (MikeTheEngineer)
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