When the Engines Feast I
Man has built the beast
Rought from blood and bone
sweat and tears of creation
man has built the engines that
feast on the body blood marrow
stars die as empires rises from the east
cold bathing all in holocaustic light
hollow inside covering
all in ashes, flesh and mascara
Horror!
Born to none the engines feast
mechanical heart thumping
slave to the engines beat
The singularity of one flesh and machine
Under a bloated red sun walking in silhouette
Fear coming from the East
as cruel Crimson tears flow
As the infernal engines humms
When the engines feast
Man has built the beast
bought in blood and bone
sweat and tears creation of one
man has built the engines
they feast on the body blood marrow
Valhalla starts to die as empires
rises from the east
When the engines feast
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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