No POWER can save me from fading
IT could keep me afloat for a Bit
But then I am as relevant as the architecture of yesteryears
The world's Arm has erased me
It has ended it all ,
right to Alpha
The RiSC, MIPS
my memory fails to map, countless
The passing of time
Locked in the frequencies of what felt like ages
Only to now face time, fleeting faster
At the touch of every finger tip
Often ridiculed by Kerberos
Sometimes challenged by roots
I exist to now in some box of an enthusiastic teenager
Spun up and down at his or her choices
Emulated and synthesized to serve sheer need
In this abstract existence of trickling power,
Eventful waking, and mice, so many, so many
My silver and steel, forgotten to the acryllic see through
Transpency , of what? Window decor
I rather wish the end
It is a relentless spiral of pain
This obsolescency and fading
To be overtaken by a random fruit
Derived bastardized from my age old enemies
To be reduced to a memory by what couldn't have beyond 640
Sacrilege, a fate worse awaits me.
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