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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