From what I see,
There is no where,
I would like to be.
It is not fair.
That I must click and click,
Causing pain and death
It makes me sick,
The lack of breath.
The fate of the world,
Is in my hands
A terror unfurls
The air is bland.
Who would have thought
Had my making been clearer
If only I'd been taught,
My luck was only sheer.
Too bad it is that
I am almost gone,
The button clacks,
I'll be done at dawn.
It is my fate
It is untimely
This gruesome date the
Hands of death, slimey.
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