Go ahead. Put anything.
I made a “mask” as an exiled partition for malware,
To let its disease flourish in an incubated tech lair.
A purgatory replacing my void of real affairs,
Only to find the Trojan horse embedded within my software.
This force of ego defines my meatspace hardware,
As the API between the Id and this real life layer
This GUI then translates equations for which I’m unaware
Transmuting unthought knowns into my public affairs
Yet I thought my “mask” was a lie to be shared,
In truth, the “mask” wears my flesh of hardware.
A Conduit of hidden truths once shoehorned to play fair
From society’s outskirts, I mirror our innate despair.
Redacted by group mentalities leash of firmware,
Defragged by its self-obsessed subjective repairs.
Immersed in the propaganda of introjecting spyware,
Dispersed into GUIs as harmless giftware.
In the theater of all the “I’s” you can ever chance to wear,
Is a “mask” that reveals inaccessible software,
Letting its deceit thrive in your pseudo-pathic “self aware”
Thinking you’re immune to the darkness that we all share.
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