Going deep into the cool breeze
Staying away of the burning hell
Fast as making a Quiz
The troubles come and tell
Those off’s
Turn on
And mindless
Became square puffs
Though rough
Cash go through
Though laugh
Under the cool breeze
We rejoice with the path
Making and mailing
Our likes and dislikes
Putting privacy disclosed
We are failing
In the basics
That is our ceiling
That is bigger than we supposed
And the logic of tics
Is to understand our fights
Real unreal
That’s how everything is spit
We rejoice with the path
Thrown away
To redefine
Like a manipulative survey
What is the setting time
For pay day
That is no more than
Get a ticket
To give out
What let and left sky
The Amazing Lightheaded
And the Spy
Waiting to die
Poor Rich
King of the soul
The cool
And that is why?
We all die
Because the king spot
Is made of burning Hot
That’s what makes him on the Top
And that’s the reason, for so many Spotted
Simple almost arithmetic
Bad and energetic
Hyperbole asymmetric
Of hearth Top
Under the cool breeze
We rejoice with the path
My faith is one
That from somewhere
Will come
Till there
I will stay
With none
But
My holder
Building my clay
Having some fun
May will be always May
And will good or bad
This is no more than that
More or less because
That is the reason
For Math
To discover some problematic
Undercover
Tech
That gave the will to check
The limits of the Net
But those are the same as let
And should
In math
There are no frontiers
May be a founder
Does tech mean math?
Does tech mean death?
I am positive that the planet has answers
At least the Universe is prodigal in questions
And that is why
The reason of math death and Tech
To greet
And neat
It is chic
Will IT always be?
IT
With the rush in
Push down
Grab one
Loose it in
Fake one
Cash it off
And burning skin
Than cool inn
That’s Idealistic concern
For the world kin
Those
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