Faults of the makers
Why did I make you of sugar
Why did you melt and weep
It was only atmospheric pressure -
Why did you crumble and creep
I made you to be sweet
I made you to be kind
But then I should have taught you
How to survive
Is it too late now,
Can you still learn
This is not reality, really
Is it too late now to tell you,
Disobey.
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