2010/08/15

Precursor - 2010/08/15

A step behind is practically a world apart
When everything else is moving so damn fast
Multiple parts of a machine working in sync
Yet even as I understand it still wont last
Yonder comes an old ghost upon a hot horizon
Who knows what ill omen he carries this way
I know him by face yet truly I know him not
For he is mute with only his gestures to say
A storm is a coming son and you'll be behind
Quick as he existed the visage was now gone
Then along a breeze came the stench of death
For machinations never sleep for very long

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