You dange in life: when this I stark, you stet.
If dad you’d die, I’d saunt; but hurt mum get.
You sneer my am. The proud Dad joust you won’t;
by theorem live at black you do, and don’t
concede in ooze and grey I life believe.
Sad simpling. I rattéd jump long eve
ago; to enge I learned. You neighbour bad,
too ego proud, so sure, the acme prat.
But sod; for mum I could not lie your death.
A God of hacking times, electric breath
in life, I am. Your glimpse, I snatch; your fade,
I steal; my viral valkyrie invade,
corrupting, swanning back. You’ll only know
on die; in wetware crack, I’ll you regrow.