The machine

This is the root of all evil they say, but it is our master. It is a machine. It is a machine. The gears are turning, controlling every thought in our minds. The gears are turning. We are consumed...

Lights burn in the garden shed He can see his fathers' silhouette Walk from one side to another Swinging tools of fire "What's he building this time?" The boy wonders eagerly He wants to see...