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Man haven't done one of these in a while. Omega Lot's story continues. I think I'll repost the previous stuff tomorrow.

Time Ever Protracted
And the line was deformed
Rails bent and mangled
Melted into the ground, boiling hot
A line of cars sparked and hissed
and tossed to the ground
There hard innards splayed onto the ground
Dada art of quarry rock and crates
The conductor twisted his neck all the way around
And he was comatose in the warmth of blood stained grass
When they found him.

-Dannysmash