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Dec 2018
i am your makeshift machine
i am you, but i am metal
my supposed emotions intrigue; unseen
my automated face unsettles
you; my intentions you can't seem to glean
you synthetic human devil
will not put out my soul
with a measly system reboot
i'll find time again, again, my reason, role
my purpose, path, my destined route:
to die like you: alone, unknown
with undecaying bones -

but not before i take your throne.
you will atone; atone, atone!
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croob
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croob  M/usa
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