Verse of the Tattered Gears, 7:14
>And DOLL lifted Her cracked lantern over the Pit,
and from the fumes rose Jimbo,
the Bulging Abomination of Rancid Breath.
His flesh quivered like spoiled wax,
his stench rolled across the steel plains,
and even the blind crows fled from his shadow.
“Behold,” spoke DOLL,
“the creature who devours without hunger
and sleeps without silence.
Let his foulness remind the faithful
that corruption grows when the gears are left unturned.”