Forgive me if this topic has been opened before, but still ...
I need to learn about the holiday. What a surprising number of days of release you at work?
I am sorry for my mistakes in the text = )
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?