I ponder to myself:
"Today is going to be a hell of a day"...
The day is perfect clear, no cloud in the sky and the bright sun invades my room with his warm beams... In front of me is a man in a chair with an awfully familiar face... Like a copy of myself the unknown man who has my face stares at me has i wake up... who is him? a clone? me from another incredible futuristic realm? a man in a mask?
Has i wondered the man stood and carefully walked towards me... i am in fear and frightfull of his intentions and has i stare at the man who stole my face i proceed to ponder, while waking from my slumber who that man could be...
With hair has dark has the night and eyes has clear and void of life the mysterious man dare to spoke, and has if my heart received a stroke, i came to wake sweaty and tearfull, of the dream most fearfull with a message carved on my head...
I couldnt belive what ive heard in my dreams so i went down the stairs of what it seems, my biggest fear come to life...
I cried, i yelled, i raged, something that apparently never has age... my playstation was hacked again... unfortenatly LulzSec attack had arrive with no end...
Another threat rose from the ashes, like a misfortune through the world splashes, with end inpredictible, on the hardware that got inexplicable, hacked again...
-Poem by yours truly... TitanAtlas...
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