A planet in the universe
Our society inside old case
Who made it, don‘t have a row
We didn't make it people know
Operating system is a broken legacy
Inherited us from our ancestors crabby
We can never change this good or bad case
Or going to the other planet in no sense
Glamour will ruin any more
It can't be develop nevermore
There is no choice no other way
Operating system should be away
We have to look for other systems
Viruses infect our worth documents
Anti viruses are shushed in recycle bin
With bloody mouth trapped in the prison
We should break glasses of this windows
Coming out hidden files behind shadows
Blood's smell of files in recycle bin
Saying another operating system install in
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