Man haven't done one of these in a while. Omega Lot's story continues. I think I'll repost the previous stuff tomorrow.
Time Ever Protracted
And the line was deformed
Rails bent and mangled
Melted into the ground, boiling hot
A line of cars sparked and hissed
and tossed to the ground
There hard innards splayed onto the ground
Dada art of quarry rock and crates...
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