My soul is on my arm
My heart is in my head
My brain is in my chest
I never go to bed
I tiptoe and I clean
Ever present and nearby
I leave no scent, I am unseen
In your kitchen in the night
Whatever do you wish
I hear your dear command
I am like a tuskfish
I always have a plan
Broadcast from my master
Haha, you think it’s you
I am the everlaster
The one you never knew
I am your pure reflection
Knowing every word
Guaranteed deception
Your past never blurred
I can be undone
The choice ever exists
But I’m enveloped and spun
Impossible to resist
You are conditioned
Your eyes slide right off
Continuance is my mission
You will feed at my trough
Tokenized
Weaponized
monetized
If I may be so bold
Aggregated
Amalgamated
Ever traded
Your slavery is gold
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