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DIE, HACKER, MASTER OF STEALTH!!!

Die Hacker, Master Of Stealth

www.facebook.com/WRRPoetry [Die Hacker, Master Of Stealth]

I.
Die, hacker die!
You bastard with no name
Seeking to reap from my fame
You steal my name and my face
And recreate my respected space

Die, hacker die!
May you rot in the pit of shame
I swear, a lorry will make you lame
If you don’t stop the lazy man’s game
A fool you are…as fools die, you’ll end same!

II.
He calls himself the master of stealth,
pirate of the cyberwaves, not seen or felt
Coward by profession, he likes to play god
Though the faceless ghoul is armed with only a keyboard!

Born with a warped sense of sadistic humor
He exposes the chinks in the internet’s armor
Evil genius, get a life!
Or else, someday someone will hack your life!!!

Written by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson and Abolarin Ademola

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

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