Written by @ParanoidLeadBuzz

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God takes the souls of the dead and damned. Runs the dead through cam grinders an tosses the damned into a blast furnace.

The cancer like souls of the sinful are cut into sections and rolled into sheets. Forming the housing that which hold all suffering. Haired goblins work day in and day out patching tanks as the metal screams. Eyes bubble from the beads, soon swelled shut and blistered.

Metal monsters, brass butchers and the slave races trample on scale packed roads. Men cough red and brown gunk in oil and steam pits, those newly created souls borrow through the coke and lime, flushed out by flesh rats and bloodhounds. Black clouds rain and spit hail. Hell suckle, rip berry bushes and skull picker plants grow in the marshes, entangling the supporting beams and pillars. Branded and chained men cull the jungle, chainaxes and burners in hand. Torching brain bugs, blood worms, wretches, and wild men with blinding orange flames.

Gunfire screams ever present from the bounding plains, marauders on iron horses raid the docks of the scrapcoast taking all the steel they can. Damned Angels hurl nail bombs and charge foaming at the mouth with hammers and sickles. Before brass alters beheadings and skinnings. Butchery before the machine spirits keeping living steel alive. Auto axes spill the guts and laughter is played on speakers for all to hear.

Great winged beasts terrorize the sky's nesting upon chimney stacks and high rises, picking off the lesser creatures. Bands of men burn nests and boys run harpoon trucks hunting the winged bitches.

Faces in the trees turn to watch you, wood splitters and bark falls in your presence. The grasses wrap around you whistling. A bloodhound before you is strangled in the hell suckle roots and assaulted by large ants. The incests that touch you burn, the grass grabbing you rips and screams. The trees pull their branches away, starring at an untouchable meal. Tracer rounds fill the black sky and melt the rain

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