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Crank the lever push the button turn the dial cover the bones under ancient homes not stirring of things under a stark sapphire sky turn the crank flip the switch watch the pistons push n pull hot metal into odd ornate objects designed in eight sides fit into sacred secret sockets how quaint they are this is machine this is god this is the way of the west a vast sage of quiet realms tell the thunder, that quakes to still the waters of birth till the day languishes away, watch the Rockets fly feel the coming fire the distance rumble of doom crank the lever pushed button turn the dial feeling the hum of the hot room cover them bones under ancient homes idle façades, not stirring under a stark sapphire sky turn the crank flip the switch watch the pistons push and pull odd ornate objects fly watch the world go away.