.The smokestacks breathe like spitting out the truth.
White lines disguised as fuel consumed.
Under gray-blue skies we're simple machines,
Marks matched with greatness but tempting fate.
Lines, faces, are drawn in the sand.
It's better not to understand and turn your back on the c.
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