Behind mute legions and nonchalant herds,
One's watching through data array,
He's streaking like beast over kingdoms of Digit,
Believing in predestined day,
When all dirty secrets will rise to the top,
And noone will salve naked core,
When last sacred castle of integral sin,
Will fall under heel of New War...
Internal Core
© Copyright: Валерий Шилин, 2017
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