Ongoing
Iron and steel thorns grow on the ground,
The roar of gears snapped across the sky,
Thick black smoke obscures the clouds,
The hot steam flows rapidly in the pipes,
The super analyzer and the passcard uttered trivial whispers,
The blazing light here composes the annual rings of the times,
The red fluid contained the throat of fate here,
The justice of bolts and rivets, the authority of caliber and range,
The steel is roaring, the sword will neigh.