The throbbing engine of my heart is the power of the oncoming future.
Beg pardon?
The grinding of the wheel that renders mankind into the components of the great machine brings with it a roaring, the lion of the clockwork, the explosion of all things artificial and of artifice.
Uhm...are you feeling all right?
The construction of that which is to come is in chaos, the clattering of gears and the clanging of bells, the empire of the manufactured as it purges away all the dross that comes before.
