diesel atomic guides furiosly drive 
themselves into one another.
 suicidal dispensation..
 a violent oratory of  flaming pistons
spin and  burn their manifold blessings
 faster and faster.
 under penzoil annoitings they 
ressurect the metallic  fossil 
fueled fist.. 
second son of the industrial ethic.
 plums of black smoke in the 
lower districts chokes back and
 passes down the sins of the fathers.
emission...   omission..
strait and narrow is the way...
  
 glow plugs light the elemental 
 skeletons, carbon combust 
 where no sun shines.                
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a violent oratory of flaming pistons spin and burn their manifold blessings faster and faster. You have an amazing ability to conjure up images, movement and emotion with your words. Congratulations...