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THE SERVANT IS THE MASTER

  • Jun 21
  • 1 min read

By Gareth Coombes



There's a snake in the grass

A double dealer

Secrets are not safe

The lock has been picked

Seemingly, they serve

With siren words

They ingratiate

Using forked tongues

Whilst unseen

And unknown

We serve them

Right is left

Left is right

And right is wrong.


The pseudo serving traitorous

Live among us

With our naïve countenance

Crypto spies

Relaying information

To be used against us

Code names…

Alexa and Siri.




 
 

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