where is the combustion engine?
how does it work?
his impatient pinched up petrified frown
slams down on the horn
trumpeting the demon
waves of sound
coating the world with invisible agitation
a call to all the soldiers to put down their thoughts
to put away their music and pick up their guns
and knives, daggers, harsh words and hatred
to put down their peace, pick up their pieces
to wave pointed finger flags
in the spirit of the second
in the name of the second
in the worship of the second
[inspiration]
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