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Damaged Beyond Repair

step into, my rusted factory, its filled with dread and treachery. it is damaged, way beyond repair, you wont walk in, you'll just stand out and stare, but the things i make here are kind of rare. your the one who damaged it, now that isn't fair, from the chimney, comes up a flare, what can i say? i'm no factory teddy bear. my factory is, empty and bare, its putting chemicals, into the air, should i shut it down? do i dare? self destruct, i hear the metal, rip and tear, just because you share, doesn't mean you care, the alarm doesn't work, so you wont hear it blare. my factory is, already broken down, and when i destroy it, nothing will be found.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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