Behold the Machine

"Welcome to the machine.
Welcome one and all.
To the greatest show on earth.
Welcome to our fall."

Boiler plate for a coat of skin,
on oil and steam it thrives.
heart of iron pumps the blood
that keeps this monster alive.

Of polished brass and steel contrived,
gears whir and metal turns.
Eyes aglow with the fire inside,
as the coal within it burns.

Behold the Machine,
tremble at its power.
light upon the world,
in our darkest hour.

What is its purpose?
What is its place?
To bring us a new age?
To destroy the human race?

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Its pistons push it toward its goals,
whatever they may be.
Its gauges and its valves
remain a mystery to me

This great mechanical mass,
its purpose still uncertain.
But pay no heed to those behind the curtain.

Behold the Machine,
tremble at its power
blight upon the world,
this is our darkest hour.

What is its purpose?
To save or to enslave?
Beware the machines,
they may send us to our grave!

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