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 like houses of Man
burning, cursing the American wasteland.
Napalm fields,
embers of pyres that rage,
race across
This holocaustic ape.
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