I sing my orders in electric song.
A thought, a mote of might, a must to limb
that carrys out my will. The spark, my gong
commands submission so complete from him.
I send the edict: Now! The fist must clench!
With lightning speed every decree takes flight.
Results return as my request I quench.
I test the pathways seeing ends excite
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