By what error it be so bright that on this fiery night,
numbers, racing in terror, should meet their death.
the great furnace reflects, first by the moon and then on sweat, existence becomes marred with betrayal.
Know this by the wretched howls, the gurgling sounds,the hoarse screams,
industry hitting bone:
black, red, pink, white, metallic.
panic pounding hearts explode,
minds loose control, ravenous beasts devour flesh amid hoards of competing spies. Animals alive. hot blood, warm flesh.
[or alternately]
know this by the wretched howls, the gurgling screams, the dross of bowls,
industry collides with bone:
silvers marred by red and stone,
panic pounding hearts explode,
rapacious beasts devour souls.
...first the flies and then the rest will devour what is left
corpse to carcass, they lack respect, who will care when there's nothing left?
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