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Damned to hell

I drive the pistons

of hatred

Marooned to the 

chasms of ancient underground

railways

They lead to the pits of coal

mined for the fuel of industry

There is no rest in the sweat shops 

of despair; our souls are conjoined

to machines to survive 

Down here I envision a zepplin

rising from the pits to take me away 

from the eternal nightmare