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Burying The Day
Organic cog machines belching smog and mechanical components siding to pass
A pale sickly yellow as though it's dying sun heart were bodily translucent for all to see...
Quickly they grab to their shovels and frantically begin burying their time in the muck!
The lot of them. Machines--rumbling, exhausting, rolling on by
All of them consumed with madness and plagued with burden
Spewing the sludge of the last X-generation, with the black clouds that never settle and storms that never rained...
All on their own, one by one
They had buried the day
Machine and organism now indistinguishable toxic decadence washes over and soon all is lost
Written and published by A Nameless Traveler A.K.A. -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan
A pale sickly yellow as though it's dying sun heart were bodily translucent for all to see...
Quickly they grab to their shovels and frantically begin burying their time in the muck!
The lot of them. Machines--rumbling, exhausting, rolling on by
All of them consumed with madness and plagued with burden
Spewing the sludge of the last X-generation, with the black clouds that never settle and storms that never rained...
All on their own, one by one
They had buried the day
Machine and organism now indistinguishable toxic decadence washes over and soon all is lost
Written and published by A Nameless Traveler A.K.A. -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan
Published 13th Sep 2012
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23rd Sep 2012 5:38am
the images that the words here convey is both harsh in its absoluteness of what was seen but subtle with the words you chose to describe it very nicely done I applauded you sir
