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You are a scientific tool But in human form you Evolve,counting the number Of days that are left for me To emerge from where i had Hidden from your evil Designs and machinations |
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Upon my arrival you continue To count my days as if you Were God that made me,looking To see my days diminish and My demise more nearer than before You are made to do addition and Substraction in your world but To the world you emerge,put On the duty of a busybody. |
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Run away from you,calculator, But never know that you Are prevalence everywhere around The world.Counting my hours Of work and the number of days And years i have spent outside My continent.How i wish you Could turn on a new leaf that Dictates the purpose for which You are designed! Calculator! |
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