smoke
Hot, sweating fuel
Black as the souls below
A race where there is no end
Just a tear a kiss cannot mend
Man and nature collide
In a feud of old technology
An honest man’s labor
An escape from a friendly neighbor
An abandoned building
Once a lively place for conversation
People come and people go
Directions all the citizens know
Come, climb on quick
Before the metal tracks are bare
All pay a small toll
Where the great fighter taught the tadpole
Soothing noises, bumpy road
Beating or not, does it matter?
You can’t stop a driven mind
When the driven are willingly blind
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