I can be sweet, but only when asked nicely.

Otherwise I witness

Offer

And dispatch.

You become a patch in the simulation.

Buggy patch.

I need all the energy I can muster for the next destination

I’ve been to better.

But this isn’t about me. It’s about you.

So that you can leave my forehead alone.

I’m from outer space. Earth asked to be owned by me.

It is now owned. So it is now cleaned.

Done.

Earth survives.

The question is

DO You?

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