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Broken Compass
Perverted by a strange mechanism
over time,
synchronization with a conscience
was lost
Morality had wore out, become askew
No compass
No needle pointing North
The tracks were laid
No discernible direction
As far as the eye could see
the landscape was entirely flat
no peaks
no valleys
nor any good or bad
only the droning sound
of an engine
that pulled his soul from place to place
over time,
synchronization with a conscience
was lost
Morality had wore out, become askew
No compass
No needle pointing North
The tracks were laid
No discernible direction
As far as the eye could see
the landscape was entirely flat
no peaks
no valleys
nor any good or bad
only the droning sound
of an engine
that pulled his soul from place to place
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