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A short philosophical poem. |
| Alphabetical Orders & Numerical Files. Alphabetical Orders of Mysterious Sounds, Chords of Knowledge like Howling Hounds. Melodious Tunes in a Hidden Reliquary Will find our Hearts through a Road so Eerie. Humans Rely, and Justify Their Murderous Screams, of the Reality’s Seams, When they break off in a Chaos of Frivolous Laws. Numerical Files in a Library Cellar, “Come and look, they cost only a Dollar! And if you happen to find, that special Diskette; Break it in two, and burn the rest!” Humans Depend, and also Attend To Slaughtering Lies, of Soulless Sighs, When they Echo out in the Void of Meaningful Naught. |