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THEY TELL US ONE THING
AND DO ANOTHER
THEN IN THE FUTURE WE DISCOVER
WE'VE BEEN LIED TO FROM DAY ONE
WITHOUT A SHRED OF REMORSE

DISINFORMATION WE ARE BLESSED
AN IGNORANCE OF THE POPULOUS
KEEP THE PEOPLE QUIET AND CALM
FOR IF THEY KNEW IT'D BE CHAOS

SOMETHING IS HIDING
BEHIND THAT DARK SHADE
THE TRUTH IS DARKER
THAN YOU'LL EVER KNOW

End of Days (2003/2005)
Category: Writing and Poetry

Abusive Power - End of Days ft. Jeff Smith


End of Days (2003/2005)

BRING FORTH THIS WORLD YOU SPEAK OF
THIS WORLD OF NO PAIN
NO SUFFERING OR SORROW
NO ONE TO BLAME

Venom 2003/hackers creed

Venom 2003/hackers creed

Abusive Power - Venom
Copyright 2003

I SEE IT ON THE TV
THEY ALL SAY BE LIKE ME
AND I KNOW WHAT I SEE
AND I KNOW IT AIN'T ME

NOT ONCE NOT TWICE BUT MORE
ANOTHER REASON TO SETTLE THE SCORE
ONE FACE, ONE MIND
ONE CHANCE ONE TASTE ONE BITE MY

VENOM VENOM VENOM
VENOM VENOM VENOM
VENOM VENOM VENOM

I HEAR IT ALL AROUND ME
PEOPLE PREACHING WHAT TO BELEIVE
AND I HEAR WHAT THEY SAY
GOD KNOWS I DON'T BELIEVE

VENOM VENOM VENOM
VENOM VENOM VENOM
VENOM VENOM VENOM

FOUR YEARS LOST IN TIME
I SWEAR I LOST MY MIND
I'M GOING TO CHANGE IT THIS TIME
I'M GOING TO MAKE IT ALL MINE
I'M GOING TO CHANGE YOUR DUMB LIFE
I'M GOING TO MAKE A NEW REICH
IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW I FEEL
EITHER WAY ITS ALL A BIG THRILL

VENOM VENOM VENOM
VENOM VENOM VENOM
VENOM VENOM VENOM

The Hacker's Creed

- Access to computers should be unlimited and total.
- Always yield to the Hands-On Imperative.
- All information should be free.
- Mistrust authority-promote decentralization.

The following was written shortly after my arrest...
../..The Conscience of a Hacker/../
by, +++The Mentor+++
Written on January 8, 1986

Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...

Damn kids. They're all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world...

Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...

Damn underachiever. They're all alike.

I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me...

Or feels threatened by me...

Or thinks I'm a smart ass...

Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found.

"This is it... this is where I belong..."

I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals. Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.

+++The Mentor+++

iWar 3-6-07

iWar 3-6-07

NEUROLOGY CONTROLLED
THROUGH A CHIP INSIDE MY HEAD
A VOICE DATA RECORDER
SAVING SUSPECT WORDS THAT'S SAID

I CAN'T GET ANY MONEY
TILL MY SUNBURNT BARCODE HEALS
JUST TWELVE HUNDRED MORE CREDITS
TILL I EARN THE RIGHT TO FEEL

IF I HAD, ONE SHOT
I'D END THIS CONTROLLED THOUGHT
IWAR, IWAR
THIS SLAVERY'D BE NO MORE

SO MUCH I WISH TO DO
BUT THE ADMINS ALWAYS WATCH
THIS CAN'T BE GOOD FOR MY HEAD
A SHOCK FOR EVERY IMPURE THOUGHT

FOR EVERYTHING I DO
I MUST LOOK OVER MY SHOULDER
EVERY SHRED OF HOPE IS LOST
DAY BY DAY AS I GROW OLDER AND OLDER

IF I HAD, A VOICE
I'D END THIS CONTROLLED THOUGHT
IWAR, IWAR
THIS CHOKE HOLD WOULD BE NO MORE

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Praying to a Grain of Sand (June 1999)

Praying to a Grain of Sand (June 1999)

SOME PEOPLE LOOK TO THE SUN
SOLVE THEIR PROBLEMS WITH A GUN
DON'T THINK I'LL EVER UNDERSTAND
WHY THEY PRAY TO A GRAIN OF SAND

ALWAYS LOOKING TO REPENT
ALWAYS LOOKING FOR REDEMPTION
EVERY SUNDAY FOR GODS ATTENTION
EVERYWHERE ACROSS THE LAND
PRAYIN TO A GRAIN OF SAND

Fears the Rain (April 1999)

Fears the Rain (April 1999)

WAITING IN THE DARKNESS
THERE'S A MAN WITHOUT A FACE
HE'S NOTHING LIKE THE MAN
OF ANY COMMON RACE
GOD ONLY MADE HIM
JUST TO FILL HIM WITH PAIN
WALKING THE STREETS
WITH THE FEAR OF THE RAIN

WISHES HE HAD A FACE
THINKS HE'S A BIG DISGRACE
GOD NEEDS TO PLACE THE BLAME
ON HE WHO FEARS THE RAIN

UNTITLED 4 3-8-03

UNTITLED 4 3-8-03

LET THEM FIGHT
LET THEM FIGHT
WHEN THE SMOKE CLEARS NO ONE WILL BE RIGHT
ITS NOT ABOUT SURVIVAL
NOR A HOLY ARRIVAL
JUST PISS ANT POLITICS
SO CALLED GOD GIVEN RIGHTS
BOMB FOR OIL OVER HOLY SOIL
ITS A SIMPLE GIVEN
THERE WILL BE BLOOD AND TURMOIL
BUT ALL THIS SEEMS FAKE
AS I EAT MY POTATOES AND STEAK
ON TV AND THE NEWSPAPER..
AMERICA WILL EAT AND HAVE ITS CAKE
BRING THE WAR HERE AND BRING THE FEAR
THOSE CLOSED MINDS WILL BE OPEN AND CLEAR
WE'VE ALL BEEN POISONED WITH SHELTER
PIECE OF MIND HAS MADE US BLIND
OPEN EYES, WELCOME, HELTER SKELTER

Crossing Over (May 2000)

Crossing Over (May 2000)

TO ALL THE PEOPLE
IT MAY CONCERN
THE LONLEY PEOPLE
THOSE WHO YEARN
DON'T CROSS THE RIVER
IT GETS DEEPER EVERY DAY

TO ALL THE DREAMERS
WHOSE HEARTS ALL BURN
THE HOPELESS AND SCARED
WHO JUST DON'T LEARN
DON'T SAIL THE OCEAN
SINKS SHIPS DEEPER EVERY DAY

CAUSE I'VE SEEN THE OCEAN
I'VE SEEN THE RIVER
I'VE SEEN THEM BOTH
AND I'LL CROSS THEM BOTH SOMEDAY

UNTITLED 2 3-17-03

UNTITLED 2 3-17-03

I THREW IT ALL AWAY
TURNED AROUND AND SMILED
LOOKED FORWARD AND SAW ONLY WHITE
A FUTURE SO EMPTY
IT JUST BLINDED MY SIGHT

I'VE SPENT MORE LIFE THAN MONEY
SPENT MORE MONEY THAN LOVE
MY HEART SHUTDOWN ONCE AGAIN
NOTHING HURT MORE
THAN THE TRUST THAT WAS STOLEN
AND WAKING MOMENTS SPENT WITH EYES CLOSED

EVERY EMOTION I VALUED IS GONE
THE ONLY THING LEFT IS A 2 SENTENCE SONG
"ITS OK TO SLEEP NOW HUN, YOU DID ALL THAT COULD'VE BEEN DONE"

Infliction (June 1999)

Infliction (June 1999)

IS THERE ANYTHING TO DO
IS THERE SANITY SO TRUE
ITS MAGIC
THERE'S A LIGHT THATS SO FAR
LIKE A LONE MAN AT A BAR
ITS TRAGIC
SOMEBODY TAKE ME
SOMEBODY BREAK ME
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW TILL YOU SEE
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW TILL I BLEED
THERE'S A START TO THE END
AND A TURN AT THE BEND
FORSAKEN
FOR EVERY ASS AND ASSUMPTION
DRUNK FROM EVERY CONSUMPTION
MISTAKEN
SOMEBODY TREAT ME
SOMEBODY BEAT ME
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW TILL YOU SEE
YOU'LL NEVER KNOW TILL I BLEED

Unlearn 7-11-08 by Chris Dietrich

Unlearn 7-11-08

ALONE IN A VACUUM
I SHUT MYSELF DOWN
I QUIT SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING
IT WILL NEVER BE FOUND

MAYBE IT WAS ALWAYS
A CRUEL FANTASY
WAS WHAT I FELT
JUST IN MY DREAMS

I DON'T WANNA KNOW TOUCH
I DON'T WANNA KNOW FEEL
I DON'T WANT TO KNOW
OF THESE THINGS BEING REAL

SO EASY TO LOVE
BUT ALWAYS BURNS
I DON'T WANT TO WANT
I DON'T WANT TO YEARN
WHEN WILL I EVER UNLEARN

I FORGOT
A GENTILE TOUCH
I FEAR TO REMEMBER
IT WON'T BE ENOUGH

ITS PROBABLY BETTER
GOING ON DAY TO DAY
FOR ALL I KNOW
THIS IS HOW IT WILL STAY

I DON'T WANNA KNOW TOUCH
I DON'T WANNA KNOW FEEL
I DON'T WANT TO KNOW
OF THESE THINGS BEING REAL

SO EASY TO LOVE
BUT ALWAYS BURNS
I DON'T WANT TO WANT
I DON'T WANT TO YEARN
WHEN WILL I EVER UNLEARN

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Pandora's Box - Lost lyrics

I found the old zip file with all my old writing from 99 to I think 2003 or 2004. My pages as of late have been lacking content, being that I am so busy with other projects, so I will be posting old and new lyrics and poems on my various profiles. It will be interesting for me, like going back in time or going through an old scrap book. Read and enjoy!