Built To Destroy

stomping to nothing. there is no end, pounding to the core. branches, roots, arms cut from the limbs. to fall from the almighty saw. disposing mountains flat, an army to stampede on all. the grass was too alive, must spread blocks of solid nothing. so the feet can forcefully collide. a machine to destroy any patch that is promised a machine to do as told a machine to implode all the seats are taken but all still admire. running on heavy minds the saying extinct will no longer exist, only a man can project such a word