The aggrivated sounds of the snowplows wreaking havok upon the pavement is inspirational and ironic in its loud, oppressive reign. Keeping the factories pulsating with greed while the envious poor strive on for a decent living. When all Mother wants is for us to all just STOP and smell the shit we are generating around us. Without this planet and the stones orbiting around it, we would not exsist. But we've turned away from any obvious deity we could have and banished ourselves from a life of true purpose and harmony only to merge with the combines, presses, and pollution-belching factories, sedating anyone with emotions and ostracizing those who feel the need to speak freely so everyone plays along and eventually will one day become cyborgs... The perfect machine coursing with the blood of the common working man.
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