There’s a thing made of iron
And rivets and rubber
And it makes a horrible noise
It’s shaking and screaming
And smoking and reeking
It raises its ragged voice
To gnash and to cry
It’s rolling its eye
And tearing the flesh from the bones
Its tendons and sinew
Without you within you
You can hear it when you’re all alone
Its meat hooks and wires
And cleavers and fires
It’s voice a hollow rasp
It’s grinding its fangs
It squeals and it bangs
And it wears a thousand masks
The machine in the pit
Where light never falls
Its constant task performs
To rage and rip
To ravish and grip
Since the day that you were born.
I knew that the 45th world had great and terrible problems, heavily veiled whisps and echoes out there, just beyond the walls of our garden, or deeper in than we dared to delve...
I thought that perhaps to name and know them would be enough to overcome them, but you have brought us one, and the horror... perhaps shining a light in the darkness is not always comforting.
But we cannot shut our eyes, not here in this place of enlightenment. I am sure that you will show us more terrors, and thus I welcome you. You are one of us, beyond question.
There’s a thing made of iron And rivets and rubber And it makes a horrible noise It’s shaking and screaming And smoking and reeking It raises its ragged voice To gnash and to cry It’s rolling its eye And tearing the flesh from the bones Its tendons and sinew Without you within you You can hear it when you’re all alone Its meat hooks and wires And cleavers and fires It’s voice a hollow rasp It’s grinding its fangs It squeals and it bangs And it wears a thousand masks The machine in the pit Where light never falls Its constant task performs To rage and rip To ravish and grip Since the day that you were born.
The hierarchy expands.
I knew that the 45th world had great and terrible problems, heavily veiled whisps and echoes out there, just beyond the walls of our garden, or deeper in than we dared to delve...
I thought that perhaps to name and know them would be enough to overcome them, but you have brought us one, and the horror... perhaps shining a light in the darkness is not always comforting.
But we cannot shut our eyes, not here in this place of enlightenment. I am sure that you will show us more terrors, and thus I welcome you. You are one of us, beyond question.
The wren helps the electronics.
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i remember the beginning of time