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The Machine Of DesolationFrom the deep history of mankindThe sadness and eternal solitude The ashes and remains Of a world totally destroyed A machine created by the mind Gets activated everyday at dawn Programmed to serve the men Turns on in the emptiness of the world Without any trace Of organic life Desolation It works automatically With the energy left In the earth there is nobody All on its place is dead Inside of an intact home The life just got off The wind blows and covers The restless machine that continues And after a while misses That mankind that one day loved And after hated Starting the desolation The machine follows this fate |