NAN

No danger to life
The parts will be spread
There's no one inside
The battery is a life line
To aid a criminal
You deserve the splinter
mine

  
Both ant and oven demon
are under motor instincts
Ants were created by god
for machinery it took below
the lowliest of low of below
dirtiness sink		  
Every watchmaker
trying to regulate temperature
you don't need that
one should accept the
decision of weather