Molested by the theater of pain,
the death of a christian brings a smile
on the face of a conscious brain;
a historian’s disrespect of religious tiles.
The creator of a perfect world, developer of strings of light,
a mass extinction’s not in plan, but a code’s bug has been exploited…
An overflow of boiled oil pours down the drain, the security hole
and penetrated like the Gibson, the whole system’s shutting down.
It’s inside now, our minds, our souls! iptables can’t stop the mole…
The database is scraped in seconds and the system’s all shut down.