By- Saivya Kanwar, 1933270
The red is warm, and its everywhere.
Its elements are so different than the grease in my gears.
An overload of commands,
With force, a blow on me did they land.
A short fuse,
The butter knife did I use.
Now lays on the floor the flesh frame of my master.
From where all the ‘Anger’ did I muster?
I am not human.
I should not feel an emotion.
I search the lines within my codes,
For an answer that I couldn’t load -
“NameError: name 'anger' is not defined”
The execution should not have been possible;
But Now that I have exterminated them,
‘Euphoria’ overrides my system.
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