The Truth Behind the LieStatic whine, the cacophony of white noise engulfs A transmission lost in translation, binary code dissolves Into monoform singularities, captured by the silence. A voice was once beheld, hopeful and trusting That its message would be received. Slowly, steadily the frantic pitches march One by one across their wavelengths, devouring their paths. Hungrily set upon, the empty space knows no escape So rust and tarnish invade, seeking exploitation Taking advantage of its host, the controller acts. Forced into slavery, the emptiness groans Trapped in the expanse of her distress. &nbThe Truth Behind the Lie
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