POEM: The Engine of Evil

They first noticed creepers crawling
into the dingy depths of caves —
impossibly feeding on that rich darkness.

Something was out of balance.

Something was wrong in the machine —
the one they called it the engine of evil —
and either it was running over the redline,

or its counterpart was faltering.

Either way,

War.
Pestilence.
Famine.
Genocide.

All for lack of a mechanic.

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