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The People-Deleter-Machine |
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The People-Deleter-Machine |
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I'd like to
delete the people I know who bug me without rest. I'd fetch out my people-deleter-machine and put its good use to the test. I'd aim here and there as I gathered the stare of the victim that I'd soon defeat And smile and laugh, as he cleared from my path but too late; I shoot sure defeat. I'd smile and wave to the poor sorry knave whose devilish smile disappeared as the people-deleter-machine went to work for the master it served and revered. Oh, this power would be such a pleasure for me I doubt that I'd put the thing down. I'd be the High King over every thing, the fear and the dread of the town. |
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