Poetry of the soul-hunting assembly line

The dark sun rail workshop.

The assembly line is chasing souls and killing people, and the sun rail workshop is dark. The cycle of life and death moves in two shifts, and I forget all about food and sleep, and end up speechless. If you work overtime without getting a raise, you will have to run away with the bucket tomorrow. When we first met, I didn’t know how to carry a bucket, but when we met again, I was already a bucket carrier.