The workers leave the building desolate
End on end, working the cogs of the machine
Innate, yet building and progressing from humanity
Staring at the blank building
Workers once do dream
The rust, the faults, the cogs
Will enable themselves again
As for now, the workers stand backs turned
Fire in their eyes, stomach's churned
As the building behind them recklessly burns.
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