Life is like a virus, Infecting sectors of my brain. The corruption and the lies, My life they both do drain. And freedom rings within my head, Like the striking of liberty's bell. And though I'm infected, I will always survive This nightmarish cybernetic hell. Within the darkness of my soul There flows an information stream. The knowledge of the silicon gods And the techno-angel's dream. There exists a place where infection runs wild. A vast and infinite plane. Where we are all brothers, defined by our trade. A land where hackers reign. We are all alike. We know each other well. Infected through and through, In cybernetic hell. Now are gone the kings and queens. Now are dead the gods of old. Make way for the techno-angels, For we have taken hold. Make way for the next millennium, Where data is not protected. The age of information Is the age of the infected.
Reason for writing:
Written to inspire the future hackers of the world. Later added to a book of poetry called Future Reflections under ICONOFFEAR, Inc.
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