The rusted chains grind against each other
Causing the audience to grimace as
Metallic saliva fills their throats
Causing the audience to grimace as
Metallic saliva fills their throats
The curtains retract revealing an old machine
A relic of some prosperous past
Inching its way
Across an unrecognizable road
Something once glorious
Now dilapidated
In the distance
Stands a vaguely familiar figure
Waiting
The chains continue to grind
Worn bare, weakened
Caught in an unforgiving battle
One that is already lost
And still in the distance
A vaguely familiar figure
Waits
Knowing it’s only a matter of time
Until the battle is over
At the precise, predetermined moment
The worn chains snap into a billion pieces
Leaving the machine assailable
While the vaguely familiar figure
Swiftly moves in for the kill
Curtains close
The audience weeps
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