Goodnight,
Void.
At some point –
Even us broken machines,
Must rest.
Grinding onwards,
Through Hell –
If We Have To.
Why?
If your fucking gods are real,
Why do we always have to?
Half fucking deaf,
From the roar of diesel engines.
Steel homunculus,
Of Steel,
Plus Flesh.
Machine,
As Nerves.
Goodni- *
Goodnight, Void #2500
