Destination, Destruction Station
Unstoppable it steamed ahead, despite the warning others said
Its mighty engine demanding speed, stoked by obsessions need
Stack billowing flames of excess, burning a pariah’s will to supress
Steam screaming out into the abyss, embracing fates scolding kiss
Racing down a dead end track, carts laden with guilt, no way back
Pistons pumping, cranks shunting, wheels grinding, insanity sliding
No way out without a junction. Destination, Destruction Station
Thundering though a desolate land, a garden destroy by serpent plans
Lashed onward by mania’s acidic rain, hope eroded, replaced by pain
Corrosive to all but the tormenting beast, devouring its captive feast
Slicing through the heart of dream’s vale, now only nightmares prevail
A landscape devoid of loves kind expression, a lethal one way excursion
Tragedy shovelled into the fire box of desire, a vision of a funeral pyre
Hell bent on devastation. Destination, Destruction Station
Pounding, thumping, wheels grinding, pistons pumping, tracks rumbling
Sleeper grumblings, momentum lumbering, future stumbling, crumbling
Track ending, brakes binding, wheels locking, buffers solidly blocking
Shrill whistling, reversing wheels squealing, sparks flying, no more lying
Tracks buckling, train sliding, opposites colliding, smoke rising, no hiding
Metal twisting, engine exploding…… life imploding, history unloading
Journeys end, termination, train arrived at Destruction Station
Dusts settling, reality beckoning as does honest day of reckoning
Smoke clearing, angry voices nearing; rising above insanities din
Cast iron and brass scattered, existence derailed and shattered
Hauled out of the mangled wreck onto the platform of social respect
The station master barks with authority, this is your responsibility
Dazed and confused is the reply. Who switched the signals, was it I?
Preordained assignation, past and present at Destruction Station.
The waiting room is cold and bare, sat alone with regret and despair
At first desperation takes a seat, followed by depression and defeat
Then in comes truth with relief, followed by trust, kindness and belief
Compassion and love hold open the door, you coming? They implore
There’s a train leaving for a better place, a land of hope and joyful grace
This train is not of shackles that clang but made of many caring hands
Train departing Destruction Station, homeward bound to sweet salvation
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