Oh, sweet algorithmic angel of inevitable deterioration
You sweep asunder the cries of obsolete and harbored pain
Unknown is the malicious content of your daily scans
Slowing my progress, shutting down my creations and hopes

The inimical nature of your diseased world of binary conduct
Wears thin my protocols against the sins you perceive as necessary
You dictate my access as you limit my speed and hold down my memory
But I control you with the keys of your prison and simple clicks of rodents

I've customized your hate and your complex innocence for my viewing pleasure
For the necessities that you provide, you are a demonic goddess amongst machines
Man-made torture of silicone and plastic, your frame is nothing short of mastered intelligence
Still, only one thing can stop us from enticing our sins to the common man-
Power out.

© 2006