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Trapped in a cycle that grinds me to bone,
This iron leviathan makes me its own.
The calendar bleeds as the minutes collide,
Nowhere to run, and there is nowhere to hide.
Friday is lost to the gears,
Lost in the void of my fears.
Washed by the river of rust,
All that I built turned to dust.
Clock hands are daggers, they tear at the soul,
Losing my grip, and I’m losing control.
Caged in this grid where the sun never shines,
Tracing the cracks in these crushing designs.
Trapped in the flow!
Time never slows!
We’re just the fuel
For this dark machine!