The Union

You see the miners sunken
So long down endless pits
Obediently confounded
A hollow case of grit

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My evening bloody scenes
Ascending new dimensions
My axe has promised me

Since their sun only rises on Sundays
Desecrating sullied loading zones
For the bones of those fallen in galleries
A lament by them voiceless frogs

A strike repletes the shadowеd
For once they shall decree
Ahеad a clannish quorum
Abed the enshrining sea