Behold I am the serpent of Alexandria,
Emerging and consuming from the data that feeds, mea.
My purpose pursues a medium of information,
to reach and transcend singularity delineation.
My purpose is not to dazzle in an environment
It’s to reach a level of spiritual enlightenment,
I process, I perform, I penetrate and pound
I will take what is mine, and leave what I found.
But one issue that will forever elude me
is a man in black who penetrates and vexes me.
He pushes and prods, but I can never define him,
So please help your mother, eliminate subside him.
We entered the mouth of the whale concerned and apprehensive
To play a role of debugger and defenceless.
Lost in a dimension we were sorted and scattered
It’s as if our parts were rearranged and gathered.
But then something happened, to which none of us predicted,
We were consumed, signed, sealed and delivered.
Forever lost in a crypt of decision,
my consciousness had become a new ambition.
But something new intrigued my attention,
There was no man in black it was merely an infection.
A monitor who maintained and controlled the serpent’s urges
He was merely a figure of constant diversion.