As sand creeps in, minor defence
Against the air,
Bringing on it the curse of all mechanics bane
The rust of time, seeping cross gears
Chewing away at teeth, eating at what we sought so hard
To break, but in a split it happened
What small portion of our
Self that cares
Too weak to end this,
Time may yet have the choice to
Save us
God will show the way, to mars, always
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