The TDG Poem: "Rust"

Industry cradled within their soul

Oil was standard among Rockefeller pocket's

Built on the banks of Cuyhoga

Steel binds, coal blinds our honorary arch

Fly over, drive past the glory

Rust taints, yet no longer taints

A golden flash stains the gentle blue

Dying, surrendering gives no credence

Screams, cries erupt over Kent

The lord's guards march into pattern

Massacre nubile mind's without a tear

Our tears will heal by the flash

Middle America slowly decays

Rust clutters the distant glory

A flash flexes their grit to intimidate

Rust cannot tarnish the golden in their flash