Industry

I wrack my brain, refuse to train, the liars in me, are out to gain

For what do I have, but a flicker of light, and a greed for mountains, not even in sight

Tear me down, or build me up, my heart cares not, my eyes are aglut

Will we find a better meaning, or search for what’s still not there?

Three sockets to fit my soul’s power, but not one to dare… I’d best prepare

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