LEGACY
I smell the smoke
From the undead factories
A poisonous pungency
Woven in the wind
And I hear the cries
Of the ghosts that slaved there
For the vampires of industry
That drank their souls dry
And I feel the groans
From the earth beneath them
Where they writhe in their coffins
Unable to sleep
And I see the night
In the eyes of their children
A sky black as ashes
That’s absent of stars
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