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Fragmented souls,
like lost spirits,
angel wings in C++ form.

Pardon the paradigm,
the crux of existance,
as I control your mainframe.



Personally
I am a disease;
don't bother trying to hunt me down.

Facilitate
and eradicate;
don't bother trying to kill me off.



Jumbled data,
an overcharged electron,
crashing everything sacred to you.



Numbers and lines,
the barcode of your life,
we can rewrite your entire existance



Personally
I am amplified;
can't sneek up when I am aware.

Electronically
I'm your deity;
can't beat me at my own game.



The time has come for better things,
we are all ghosts in the machine...



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12/03/2007