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Through her child's eyes, from the top deck of a bus, She saw Hell's mouth yawn open, and spit smoke into the face of a man. Snorting, smelting, spewing, this unholy cathedral of steel, With the alter of ore, opened wide its doors. Vermilion blood fire flames, forked inside the dome, As stars of silver shot across the night's black canvas.
Inside the white hot, beating heart raged, An unruly screaming, chorus of shrill sound.See the full content of this document
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Poetry Emotion ... ; Your Say
No high renaissance art, no sylvan scene, No moral message here, just blood and sweat.
And...See the full content of this document
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