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My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
In this place, people lie, people cry, and people ask why. In this place, people sleep, people weep, and people's solitude, they keep. What is it?
I drift forever with the current down these long canals they’ve made, Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker, colder, sometimes, rougher, true. But though I might make living easy, I’m good at killing people too.
They belong to me; they belong to you; They can make you feel happy or make you feel blue; They never end until the day you do.
What sphinxes employ and players enjoy.