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Twin towering peaks piercing the sky

Pride of the nation, bulwark of peddlers

Cool morning of yet another business week

Crowds of humans hurrying to death.

Crushed flesh,

Deleted conscience,

Meager tears

Of the people's

mass.

Powers threatening

With inevitable devastation

Will efface

Their primeval fear.

Winged machines

Obsessed with destruction

Will hurl the propaganda

Into the people's minds.

Powers threatening

With inevitable devastation

Will efface

Their primeval fear.