Cogs of Progression

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When all is gone I will always have my factory. Her gears twist and turn and shout out with the clank of imagination as plates drop from one machine to the next, proving that it was worth the stretch to the next step.

The next step boils you down and melts through the corrosion that's been built up through out the years since your opening day. You really are a beautiful machine worth admerassion far beyond that which you have recieved over the years you've been in production.

In the end, dispite what any others might say or think, I will always admire you. your spark of light, the cogs and forge that lye within your walls constantly forging new ideas from the darkest of matters. It's you that lets me stand tall and grow to some day reach the peak of the cloud that steams above the clouds from your smoke stacks that burn a hole into the future of tomorrow.

 

They may say that one day I'll have to tear you away to make room for a new one that might make less of a hole in the sky but for me you are my vission of the future, you create the ideas of a future that will one day help us live beyond the idea that we can't repair our own messes by showing us thaat you can. You are what makes me tick, and controls every thought inside. Though today I may seem grey around the gills, and may have gotten lost with time i still twist and shout for joy as I know I will always have a home inside my own mind; turning the wheels of progression.

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