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THE JUGGERNAUT, by                    
First Line: Within man's mind conceived and from it born
Last Line: His god, destroyer, fate, his juggernaut.


Within man's mind conceived and from it born,
Man boasts me his creation. I was made
Through him alone. No premonition stayed
Or halted him when from his brain was torn
My image dire. But to my might foresworn,
My threatening, towering form he soon displayed.
His fellow men flocked after, undismayed,
Forsook for me their gods as things outworn.
Now I am god. For me alone men's gaze.
My cruel, hideous car rolls through the street.
The throng falls prostrate, to my image prays,
And hurls itself to death beneath my feet.
Behold me, the machine, born of man's thought,
His god, destroyer, fate, his Juggernaut.





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