The Devil's Machine

Silent and hulking, and purpose unseen Nothing can stop the Devil's machine Smooth black metal and riveted beams Connected with flesh and oiled with dreams

Levers and switches, their purpose ungleemed No one can know the Devil's machine Tenpenny nails in the crease of a seam Old white chalk on the face of the queen

Unending hallways, clockwork and steam Nothing can slow the Devil's machine Changeless and changing, but never redeemed Wires and guages and gutters unclean

Filthy and gleaming, eyes without sheen Everyone finds the Devil's machine Everyone finds the Devil's machine

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