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Arcane Factories horror and rage in five parts

Arcane Factories i Along the windswept wasteland broken bones of humanity unimaginable a Tyranny in the mind's eye bleak landscapes of industry churn spires reaching to torch heaven, huge towers of jaded glass, soaring to the zenith breaking fire of crimson waves pouring down to hell foundations. Arcane Factories ii This land of entitlement, entertainment and enterprise lost burnt broken...despised skeletal structures reaching griping, clutching scraping the infernal sky. arcane factories sit on horizons haunt houses of Man burning, cursing the American wasteland. Napalm fields, embers of pyres that rage, race across a holocaust, Arcane Factories iii A horrific ape screams along the seam of nightmares something waits, gestates dreams blackened, brutal, brittle things skitter, scurry, scamper away, eyes of entities, deities wail forlorn stare into the void, the desolation of man, things better left unknown unloved never shown, along a beautiful barren land of cars, bars and neon parking-lots fester into the nights heated from the Aftermath. Arcane Factories iii Lone machines hum and sway, back and forth to the rhythm and rage. Optics lens reflect refract and collect the thunderheads of blood-soaked clouds, build violent, violet lighting shimmers, capers, flickers, and fades. Lancing, dancing striking into a sick parade Of the damned the beaten and lost march in time to the metronome as the eye of creation watches from afar its sliver light graces all in its cold embrace... these white things, gaunt emaciated Wispy figures of the doomed, damaged and damned doomed to toil in the arcane factories of nightmare and holocaust. Arcane Factories iiii The icon fly's high watches all in absolute absence disdain. In the shadow of the Acadian machines industrial belches black smoke Towers into the burnt bruised sky. Gears turn in arcane factories faces watch absent celestials Arcane Factories v Nightmares race scamper and trace Dreams of fire, reaching desire to touch the face Of Creations icon conspires... A blistering landscape Of forgotten gods Oblong boxes burn The orb of moons Sliver light trace Bones of industry Arcane and insane Along the windswept wasteland of histories arcane factories...

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Date: 4/20/2021 7:37:00 PM
This is such a marvelous write; I had no idea it was a jet until the end!
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Jehiel Taylor
Date: 4/24/2021 10:32:00 AM
Its been changed to something entirely different...
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Jehiel Taylor
Date: 4/23/2021 8:34:00 PM
Thank you very much. I appreciate the kind words. But, it is a car, JET is my initials.
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Jehiel Taylor
Date: 4/23/2021 7:38:00 PM
Thank you very much. I appreciate the kind words. But, it is a car, JET is my initials. This poem will be changed as it is a duplicate of Ribbons. Thanks again.