CYBERPEST
The last tower of Camelot
Is surrounded by the black pest.
Modred, Freud and the harlot
Lead the storm of the dark conquest.
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The witches riding on their broom
Criss cross the sky of Internet.
For screen viewers looms out the doom
To fall as prey, slave and puppet.
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The filth they spew is in demand
Childhood in man must be destroyed.
The pornocrats are in command
How can this plot ever be foiled?
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God must return into your eye
Who shall be healed by purity
For God in you never shall die
If you connect to His shakti