The iron monster rumbles through
our not so sleepy little town.
It shakes and torments
everything for miles.
The banshee's wail shrieks from the deep
and calls the dead unto itself.
Even the crows flinch
and dart for cover.
The light of judgment whistles past.
Eyes hurt by the bright. How I wish
I did not live by
these cursed railroad tracks!
-SGR
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