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A Message for the Algorhythm


Hello program, it is i

a human

 

Google, Twitter, Facebook...

a program on a machine

 

Two identities coming together,

or so

it seems...

 

my hand has the power to take life or create

your life is nothing more than an expression of your creators belief

 

so it all comes down to this...

i am alive and able to express even when you do not exist

you are nothing but censorhip riddled with the disease of an illusionary power

and your light dims when pulling the plug from the machine.

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