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Life is a gift
a gift which is right
only by divine right
so throught out your life
hopefully you are taught right
because life can be so bright
but it can also be blight
Why was I there, why was I afraid. Smoke and fog filled my mind. It felt like an old factory operarting in my head. I could almost hear the rusty gears shift in my head. Sweat raced down my fingertips like oil dripping from a giant robot.
We sit in rows, prepared for shipment.
Resting in a box that may or may not contain us
May or may not restrain us
May or may not be suited for our needs.
The machinery chugs and it’s too loud
