One fine day a boy was born
Amidst a hut in a field of corn
In rural areas he lived and grew
At the age of 7, he built a plane that flew
Although it was a tiny glider
It was a start of something much brighter
Because at the age of 40+16
He had built a time machine
He always rather disliked his dad
Because of how treated his lad
The boy would want his father to be glad
But Oh! Such terrible views he had!
"This is sorcery!" He used to say
He disliked science in every way
Whenever he would see his son's creations
He would crush them to the point of total destruction
The man remembered One particular day
When his father destroyed his tray
That tray contained his latest device
A prototype lazer gun, worthy of a prize
He was so happy when he made it,
But his father crushed and mangled it
So he vowed to himself that one day
He wounld get even with the man who trashed his tray
He decided to go back in time
With a gun he had made originally to stop crime
He decided to shoot his father's
Prized trophies and expensive medals
He came out of his machine, and hid under the bed
He followed his father, into a small shed.
He was looking at his newly earned trophy
He polished it until it was shiny
He polished it until it was shiny
He shot a bullet at it
And it was a splendid hit
But the bullet bounced right off
And into his father, who dropped dead with a cough
He suddenly realized what he had done.
This was before he was born
he quickly ran to the time machine
But before that, he vanished, never again to be seen
He was totally wiped from existence
Never again would anyone feel his presence
He thought he was nothing but dead
But he quickly realized, something else was happening instead
He thought about it for a moment,
And then he came to a conclusion
If i was never born in the first place
I wouldnt be able to kill my father
But he also realized one other thing
The void, that he is currenlty in
Would not let him go any time soon
So he sat there, waiting for his inevitable doom
So his father lived on, a happy life
He ended up meeting a beautiful wife
Then he dusted his new "favourite trophy case"
And concluded that he will keep in it only the one most worthy of praise
One fine day a boy was born
Amidst a hut in a field of corn
In rural areas he lived and grew
At the age of 7, he built a plane that flew
Although it was a tiny glider
It was a start of something much brighter
Because at the age of 40+16
He had built a time machine
He always rather disliked his dad
Because of how treated his lad
The boy would want his father to be glad
But Oh! Such terrible views he had!
"This is sorcery!" He used to say
He disliked science in every way
Whenever he would see his son's creations
He would crush them to the point of total destruction
The man remembered One particular day
When his father destroyed his tray
That tray contained his latest device
A prototype lazer gun, worthy of a prize
He was so happy when he made it,
But his father crushed and mangled it
So he vowed to himself that one day
He wounld get even with the man who trashed his tray
He decided to go back in time
With a gun he had made originally to stop crime
He decided to shoot his father's
Prized trophies and expensive medals
He came out of his machine, and hid under the bed
He followed his father, into a small shed.
He was looking at his newly earned trophy
He polished it until it was shiny
He polished it until it was shiny
He shot a bullet at it
And it was a splendid hit
But the bullet bounced right off
And into his father, who dropped dead with a cough
He suddenly realized what he had done.
This was before he was born
he quickly ran to the time machine
But before that, he vanished, never again to be seen
He was totally wiped from existence
Never again would anyone feel his presence
He thought he was nothing but dead
But he quickly realized, something else was happening instead
He thought about it for a moment,
And then he came to a conclusion
If i was never born in the first place
I wouldnt be able to kill my father
But he also realized one other thing
The void, that he is currenlty in
Would not let him go any time soon
So he sat there, waiting for his inevitable doom
So his father lived on, a happy life
He ended up meeting a beautiful wife
Then he dusted his new "favourite trophy case"
And concluded that he will keep in it only the one most worthy of praise
One fine day a boy was born....
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