He became the unknown algorithm,
a figure defined in schizophrism
all hail,
the archetype has risen
and let us go to war.
An integer slung beneath a gun
crunching bullets
watch them stun,
all hail
the archetype has come
and let us go to war.
It's Friday did you expect some peace?
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC
He became the unknown algorithm,
a figure defined in schizophrism
all hail,
the archetype has risen
and let us go to war.
An integer slung beneath a gun
crunching bullets
watch them stun,
all hail
the archetype has come
and let us go to war.
It's Friday did you expect some peace?
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