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Won't slow down
Ever ready, it turns round
Gaining speed
Descending upward, unyielding
There's no sleep
No solace waiting in this heat
Distraction leads, becomes the object of intrigue
Every minute faster than the one before
Machine is burning hotter, still demanding more
It knows no end
Perpetual motion moves ever on
Refuses to concede the design may be flawed
Can't comprehend