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Run in time to the rhythm
and rage of the metronome grace.
Masses match, I see her fall in time.
Framed in thoughts of rain. 
Down she tumbles down 
her face frozen in the hall, 
I see it all As the shadows wash in. 
I feel my fury bury deep 
In a nation of dreams broken
In a sea of stone towers. 
Fueled by Mechanical Beasts.
Gilded in ancient chrome. 
I wage my inner souls gold and rage 
to heavens realm to ask why. 
I shake the foundations of an artificial iron hell
And cry why, I see this clear 
As the world blurs 
Ask the lighting rods to heaven race.
My gaze scans across 
This sacred power I bleed I quietly plead with
theses monstrosities
I reach and dream as something turns in this city heart
Souls oiled black mechanical parts 
Cold is this artificial light
A thorn pricking my tender optics 
Burn with faded images of her
I stand and see these monoliths 
looming in deep shadowed gloom
I feel the cold of the obelisk 
I feel the 
thump 
and hmmm
Of
   This 
         METROPOLIS!



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