I'm defective clone, with an unmatched temper,
I'm not like you, I am technical sampler.
Renounced from being one more wares,
Pretending that I am a victim of scare.
Thirteen digits are your name
Your soul with you, but mind is lamed.
Have one emotion, it is fear,
The list of your life deeds is clear.
Wail after wail, you cry for your likeness
Chagrin after chagrin, I'm exile of spirit darkness.
My blood is vermilion, your's lacking in colour
All that you need is the Funeral parlour.
But you're so feeble, I am your nightmare,
Kill me, beat me, bite me, gas me! So bare!!!
I am not clone,
I won't be a stone.
I'll better die, then be a doll.
Noname 1. 01
© Copyright: Александр Смит, 2005
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