Rise up over the suburbs, circle twice,
And form themselves with the flowing breeze
Into an intricate, unknown device
Which seized the wind and wound it in its limbs
Until it stole the breath out of the birds,
The sky grew dark, as if the sun had dimmed,
And clouds clumped up in dark, oppressive herds.
I only seemed to see it; those below
Went on about their everyday routine
As if they did not care, or did not know,
That hell had made the ultimate machine
Prepared to end the world. So they, unknowing,
Were whipped along wherever it was going.
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